I always had only one voice and it was a constant commentary on my life twisting things into negative ideas. I thought everyone had one, kind of like the devil on your shoulder, until I was medicated and it went away, I didn't realize that for most people it wasn't a voice. An example would be, I'd be walking down the street and the voice would stuff and say things like, "there's a bird. WHy do birds fly? I want to fly. That girl has pretty hair. I wonder what it would look like twirled around her neck. The mark would be a pretty purplish blue surrounded by a chalky pasty color. I don't think I would want her eyes in her head. He has really pretty eyes. Maybe I could replace hers. That drain hole is really loud. How many cuts do you think it would take to fit a body down that drain hole? Where does it end up? Maybe the ocean. I like the ocean. Why is it so bright outside today? I hate the sun. I don't know why you spend time outside at all. It's hot and sticky and yucky. Mmmm. Blood is hot and sticky, and dripping down her neck. Isn't it pretty. It tastes good. Can't you feel it, and smell it, it's heaven." Throw hallucinations in and it made it very hard to concentrate and was really annoying and slightly disturbing and upsetting and hard to ignore and I wouldn't realize that a lot of the times I'd be answering it and responding to it out loud