There are some… “positive” voices in my head telling me to leave you in the past, or saying that I don’t need you anymore.
I agree with those voices.
But just like all the other voices, you come back into my mind at the mere mention of you.
What the voices don’t seem to realize and that’s I’d have moved on much farther if they never brought you up at all, a point I make and often repeat.
Voices are saying that they would love if I forgot you, and anyone related to you, by blood or otherwise.
Voices don’t seem to understand that generally, save for your birthday, I do my best not to think of you.
I’m still trying to live my own life, it’s not as if my “world revolves around you.” That’s not the case at all.
How could it be? After everything that’s happened to the almost emptiness I feel now, in this moment, how could I fall into some trap thinking I’d need to just “wait it out” like eventually you’d come around?
That would be the height of folly.
Time waits for no one, and time is money.
Even if I never date again or get married I still have to put food on the table for myself, right?
And it’s not even like I’m against dating.
I was seeing this girl up until last week since November of last year but I decided to call it off for personal reasons, but now I realize that yes, I do want to love again, I do want companionship again and I will try to find it.
It would be a blessing if I could talk to you about what’s wrong with me but you’ve had every opportunity to tell me your not interested, and I should listen to you.
When I write it never ends with me just writing and leaving, it’s like a bunch of writing, responses to the voices here and there and then another sabbatical.
Voices today said a whole bunch of things. That Steinar makes fucked yo hentai manga involved defecation, that you might be a child molester, that the reason why you would’ve become a whore is because I hit like on that Facebook picture of you in the trench coat.
So many things I hear and can’t confirm, not that I think I’d want to, now.
A friend dropped by earlier today and I told him beefing about my first trip to Norway, while I’m in a better place the voices as of recent just get so oddly specific, it’s just as maddening but now I suppose I have some defense and medication to better prepare me for the onslaught.
Voices also said as I began to flip through and read some manga that somehow you and people in your life can almost, control me to make me forget my daily routines and you bet on whether or not I will remember to do them.
How odd.
I still hear about you. About these sexual misdeeds, about what you want and expect from a person, it pops in every now and then but maybe I think, my medication is making a difference, still, you aren’t totally gone or away.
I don’t recall how long it’s been since I posted here, probably shorter than I expect, but I did finally upload the code so that the Spotify playlist loads in the banner.
Also, I’m not certain I can monetize this website. The Google search bar flags “creative writing” as obscene like literally those two words so I don’t know what to do or if I have time to go and delete blog entries that make this website non-viable.
Whatever, I’ll find some other way to make ends meet.
Trying to make Google Adsense work for this website but I think this blog is in violation way too many times, but also the google function is flagging things like “Creative Writing” so, this blog probably won’t go away, but maybe I’ll password protect it or just make it unlinkable.
I feel like I’ve come a long way since I started this blog, and now it’s finally time to just leave all of this and all my hope for anything in the past. I’ll let anyone that still wants to read this blog, if I continue updating this blog, know the password if you fill out my contact form. Just say “you want to read X” if it’s password protected. If it’s not, well it’s gone forever. I probably won’t delete it (proably?) but you never know. I like the idea that I’m finally done with everything surrounding this, I like it a lot.
Especially this new piece: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXuPYGJCL4E/?igsh=MTRwbWJ4NGI5YjZqZw==
It calls back to when you said to me on xanga “nationalism Is a disease”
Whether it was you or someone else, here we are.
Today the voices are saying you did want to stay and keep our relationship, but there was something else that either prevented you from doing that, or something you wanted to do more.
They don’t tell me what those things are, those things that prevented you from being with me, the voices kind of start loud and get quieter as they begin to explain their reasoning, which I know sounds like a convenient lie from someone trying to convince you that they’re crazy but if I wanted to really let you know I’d be in prison in Norway again.
I’m not sure what I feel anymore. Or at least for today. Maybe my mood matches the grey weather and fog outside, as I hear things that should make me either happy or sad but I just feel tired.
What I need is to hear from you, not some, illusion or hallucination.
I try to live my life with as little “delulu” as possible and all the while the world tells me it’s okay to wish from what may never happen.
I’d wish to get back together with you.
Well that and a million dollars but I’m closer to earning a million dollars than I think I am closer to talking to you again so that supersedes that.
Ugh.
Pics to prove I’m not lying:
Had a brief sentence of psychosis while attending this service:
“(Your name) would never want to grow old or go without”
Then I felt like, some kind of force splitting my head in two.
Of course my head is intact, but that hurt.
The force not the sentence.
I’m just sitting here, thinking to myself, that my goals in life are really, trying to make the world a better place, but I gotta hear about you having sex with your own father all day in my head.
God really can’t make a bad bitch without debilitating heath issues, goddamn.
It’s me, I’m the bad bitch. 💅
That last girl is what the voices say are you, so the story goes lmao
I remember reading a while ago that like 50% of the worlds comics are read by Norwegians.
Voices in my head say you’re a comic book nerd, and you didn’t want me to know that.
Recently I’ve been paying attention to comics on YouTube, watching summaries and videos about them, although I have a subscription to them myself, right now I’m making time for my school work.
I haven’t even read my Japanese Manga, and I’m usually up to date on that weekly.
The voices have been talking about you, us, all day today.
Specifically they mentioned that moment when I called Howard’s phone and called your relationship with him “intolerant.”
Well not called, but screamed.
I’m realizing now that I really did crash the fuck out on you.
And I can’t stop laughing about it lmao.
my bad hahaha
Voices say thats something only you would know.
I know what its in reference too but, those thoughts, specifically.
Hugging, Kissing, acts of intimacy, I get them every once in a while and they take me right out of my body.
A rush of endorphins at the the thought of just being skin to skin again.
I pull myself out of the delusion with a big inhale, or I stop moving if I’m walking.
I used to use violence.
I used to smack myself in the head.
I used to bang my head against the wall.
I feel like I shouldn’t have any good feelings or thoughts about you.
I feel like you should just be gone and I’m left some big, unfeeling, unflinching stone of a man.
But its the opposite thats true.
As rational as I want to be about never seeing you again, it delights me to no end to think that there’s a future between us, and if I could confirm that I promise you I’d be the happiest man in the world, or at least happier than I have ever been before.
Now here comes “reality” and “being rational.”
What a fucking let down.
Buzz kill.
Apparently this has all been a plot by your mother?
I was taking a piss as the voices spoke to me and I thought was this some convoluted scheme thought up by a woman who couldn’t have the life she wanted to or was told she should have?
Apologies to your father if this table has turned the right way, but I honestly want to be done thinking about the horrors and their consequences.
Earlier in the day the voices were saying things like:
“ (your name)’s life is in the United States with Daniel Fairclough.”
And I felt my body swell up and in the back of my mind, before I decided to write down what I was feeling, I know I was happy to hear that.
This and all of these other things, if Schizo-Affective Disorder is one part bi-polar and one part schizophrenia I guess that bi-polar part comes from hearing about you. It’s tied together for sure but I get these bubbling waves of happiness that I don’t as effectively kill in my mind like I have with the waves of sadness, when they say you were cheating on me, which I went through and entire episode about with audio messages and everything before I got to the other side of that tunnel.
That was a tunnel of dread, this is a tunnel of love.
And what accompanies it are these thoughts that one day I can tell you in person, to your face that you are my favorite person.
That one day we can lay together in bed.
That one day I can and will embrace you again.
Then I take a deep breath and sigh loudly because that too is a delusion, a hallucination, or not even, just idle thoughts triggered by the hallucinations, more “illusive ranting” to use your words.
It killed me to keep feeling for you when I was with someone else, and while my heart is a little harder now I don’t want this to last forever.
Voices just said, and this is new:
“(Your name) is too stupid to be in a serious relationship.”
Well now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, hopefully this ends sometime soon.
Voices are telling some revelation that loosely involves me or my blog and that it was talked about in circles and spaces unknown to me.
Voices also describe you as living like some Pack animal, stewing in your own feces and urine that never escaped your bedding.
So…
Ya’know…
One thing that seems to be brewing in my psychosis is this idea that because you were so committed to your plot for revenge that you sacrificed years of happiness that you could have had instead by staying and being with me in America.
I’m not necessarily sure I believe in that, because for a long time, and even now I’m barely above the poverty line, and it doesn’t seem to matter (at least for now) how much I work, I’m still living paycheck to paycheck.
Of course if we did our due diligence and got a place or lived where I am now and were on two or fucking 3 incomes here life wouldn’t be horrible, but I am absolutely measuring our happiness in our immediate material wealth.
Or maybe you’d want to travel, and maybe I’d be a teacher, and maybe we wouldn’t have children, and maybe in those bygone years we could’ve saved enough to at least own an apartment somewhere.
I can’t go trusting and just blindly believing the hallucinations, I know that, you know that, but these little, fragments of “what if” storylines, they nag me, and ever so slightly pull at my heart strings.
