post 2

After I found out….. I just gave up. My friend offered to take me in after my sick sadistic retard mom made me stay with a family of narcissistic sociopaths for two years… That alone drove me into a mental institution. And our mental healthcare system is so fucked

They didn’t care why or how I got there… Not that I told them anyway. Not the real reason, just part of it. I wasn’t about to tell them I talk to myself without realizing it. Why would I give them an advantage like that over me, something to torture and prod me with… I just told them I lived with a fat, sloven demented fuckpile sociopath who brainwashed my mom into being his slave and tried to break my mind and make me his servant

I refused my friend’s offer… After all that time I was finally free… But I was imprisoned in another way, a much worse way…

It didn’t take long before my mind started changing. A deep disturbance had reached down inside me. They can all hear me… They can hear me.

I can’t stop fixing on stupid and fucked up shit

They think they can hear my thoughts

Get out

These are my thoughts

My feelings

You have no right

Just kill me

Weed makes it worse. It also makes me aware of it. I chased off the only person who could’ve helped me. I often check out their social media and they recently blocked it so now they think I’m a stalker. And maybe I am. But what else am I supposed to do? I can’t be around people. The only thing I can do is look at what would have been my life from the inside of this vacuum in which I subsist.