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Does it make sense?


I will figure it out. Even though I want it to go away so I will just shout. Shouting is not

going to do anything though, so I just pray the voices go away. Living with voices is

not appeling just it is what it is. Living with it is hard when medication do not fix the 

problem to the solution. But what is the solution? It is the problem. Having random 

people talk to you all day is the problem, but the solution is not hearing the voices. 

Every doctor says its a disorder. But I personally know it is not. When I get upset

I cry, and they still harass. When I get mad, they still harass. When I get embarassed, 

they still harass. And the funnist thing about it there is still no solution. So I question 

my self. Is this for life? I hope not. I want this to go away. Sometimes I feel like a voice.

But I am. I am a voice. But not inside of someones head. It is my own. Im hearing the 

voices with my ears. Its full of hate and disgust. I wish I was different, but doesn't everybody

in every situation that they are in? Correct. 

 

 

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