Some more brain goo in words

Here he is. He's back. Again. Why can't he leave for good?


I should probably tell you who i'm talking about. He doesn't have a name. He isn't real. He's inside my head. He tells me to do things. Horrible things. To myself, don't worry, you're not in danger. Not from me, at least.

Some days he leaves me alone, some days he makes my life hell.

Today is one of those days. He's been in my head, he won't leave.

I should probably name him. Nothing seems to quite fit, except maybe Lucifer. But i'm probably sounding a bit over-dramatic at the minute.

I can make him go away, i just do what he tells me to do and he leaves me alone for a while, a week, maybe two. He's the definition of evil, the Devil, Hell. I hate him, but at the same time i wouldn't be myself without him. I've had him for so long i couldn't imagine life without him. The thought of him leaving is like the thought of cutting off a gangreenous leg. I don't mind him taking holidays, but a permanent holiday scares me. He's there for me, he understands. I give him all my problems so i can function daily.


This story isn't going anywhere, i just want you all to know there are voices in all our heads. You can block them out, but they're still there. Those voices saying hurt someone, it might be fun. The second you listen to them is the second you loose your life. They're in control. You can't say no. If you do he'll come back stronger and stronger until you give in. Say no to him, beat him down into a cage, lock the door and throw away the key. He can't get out of your cage. If he does you'll become what i have become. A monster. He destroys you. He's a tumour.


Please, i beg you, throw his key away. It's too late for me, he's consumed me. There is no more me. The best thing i can do is kill him. Drowning will do. Feet in concrete.


Ready?