10:23 a.m. --- palm trees and tropical drinks. indeed. --- 2004-08-29
so i ended up going on a little vacation to see some caves with my family. i basically went to bed early in the hotel room and heard voices in the caverns the next day. they were driving me insane. they kept whispering that the caves were going to collapse or that my mild claustrophobia would get the better of me and i would have an episode. it took all my self-control not to literally jump the annoying tour guide who had a wittle anecdote for every fucking stalagtite. i was miserable, as i predicted to my therapist. but at least i didn't have to stay with my grandmother.
these voices are annoying in a psychotic and scary way. i have no control over what they say, or when they decide to surface. look, i must be crazy. i'm calling the voices "they." and the paranoia didn't help that little vacation either. all the echoey talking combined with my various psychoses made me believe everyone was laughing at me. i swore that EVERYONE knew i was hearing voices and was laughing at me.
