I guess this should go here? I don't know.

Anywhere I write it doesn't feel right.

Y'know, I get days like this from what those motherf*!@#>s did. Days where I imagine if I died instead. If they had just killed me. Days like this, I wish I had. It's fleeting since I actually have someone in my life who makes me happy and I feel safe. Days like the ones I've had leads to picking up old vices. Old vices tend to remind me that I am a real piece of work.

God the voice. He doesn't shut up. Sometimes he says new things about me, other times he mimics someone I can't think about (not easily without going into a flashback). He won't shut his mouth. I just...

That's another "gift" they gave me. I have to stop.