I talk to my voice(s) constantly. We have interesting if unnerving conversations about the fact that I'm going to hell. I get burning smell hallucinations at this point and my eyes are directed to the fire alarm pull on the wall. I don't know who's running my eyes, but I hate him. He's an a**hole.

I suppose I'd be lonely if these voice(s) disappeared. They've been with me for six years and counting. One time in one hundred they say something nice and I forgive them. Otherwise, it's all put-downs and general insults to my intelligence.

I'm never alone, which is why I'm going progressively crazier. I want peace and can't find it.