Voices keep telling me like, your deepest traumas and it’s not in my interest to make you read (if you are reading this) and or relive that, so I’m not gonna type it out this time.
Edit: There’s just so much death and rape and mistaken identity and suicide flooding my mind
Edit: Fuck it, the deep trauma is in reference to why you’re an exhibitionist, or were one, but I posed naked for drawing classes and some “supportive” voices say we’re one in the same.
But NOW they’re saying at the hostel your “father” would’ve shot at Howard, then Odin, the “Solange” and tried to pin the blame on me? You’d give me the gun, my prints would be on it, then you’d kill yourself, and yet somehow this is also being described as “playful.”
Edit: Voices are bringing it back to the hostel in Boston. Saying you went on 7 dates with 7 people after I dropped you off and left. That’s what you meant when you said you’d “seen it before” at the Shepard Fairey exhibit at the ICA, but I’ve said that last part already.
Edit: Hostel In Boston again, had to fuck someone to get the laptop back the voices say.