What’s up party people in the place to be!
I didn’t like the first blog post I made that discusses the agony I’m currently experiencing.
I’m drinking far too many redbulls
My psychosis seems to be attacking me on all fronts
Pretty much for the last few weeks or so I’ve been battling the voices in my head, and trying to take the necessary precautions/steps to make sure I don’t do any physical harm to my self or commit suicide.
It’s been tough, but so far, so good.
The voices mostly speak about my ex, and other agents that somehow have been facilitating my psychosis ever since that one night where I got “wAy ToO hIgH” and have been around since, but if you want to read all about it, or at least seem me putting the thoughts out of my head and somewhere else, there’s another blog I keep on this website, simply titled “X.”
Part Deux: Sexuality.
The voices seem really, REALLY hung up on my sexuality. And I’ll just come out and say it, there were a few moments in my terrible twenties when I played for the other team (literally 2 and once I was on 4 different medications) but at the end of the day, I identify as a straight man, and I do not wish nor want to pursue men sexually or romantically. The only romance I want between men is the song and rhythm of the dance of death, between two fists. If you know you know.
San:
Fame VS Fortune.
The voices in my head also make a big hullabaloo about making another “celebrity” from the city of Boston. But it’s this catch all term about being “famous” and not necessarily, an actor, musician, artist, writer, politician, etc. Just a “celebrity.” Like they want me to go in and out in a blaze of glory where I’m supposed to like, randomly attack people on the street and honey, that’s infamy, and believe you and me, earlier in my psychosis I got there, but that’s ultimately not where I want my path of life to lead me.
The one thing I want the most right now is peace and quiet in my mind.
The next thing is 10 billion dollars.
From the River to the Sea homies,
Peace out.