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People live inside of my head. No, I'm not kidding. I'm actually not. There are people who live inside of my brain, who reside inside of my mind. It's not creepy at all.
I don't know who I should mention first, so I'll go by age. Firstly, there is this little blonde girl I see in the hellhole otherwise known as school. Her name is Lilian apparently, and she is the cutest thing in the entire freaking world! If I ever have a kid, I want it to be like this sweet little girl that doesn't even exist. She'll hold my hand in the halls at school and walk with me to class. If only she were real…
Next in age is a teenage boy that I see. He's short and asian, like me, but he has never spoken to me, which is odd. Usually the people who I see like to strike up conversations, which isn't always that bad. It just gets awkward when they want to talk when I'm taking a test. This boy… he isn't so bad. He's quiet as hell, but he's nice company. He's much better company then the real people I see all the time in reality.
Lastly, there is another teenage guy I see in my bedroom at night. Like I said, not creepy at all. His name is Byrne, and he's really tall with dark brown hair and dark eyes. He's actually pretty hot, but I'd never admit that to anyone, not even to myself. He is a total ass hole though. He tells me that I'm a piece of crap, and that I'm going to die alone, and other cruel things like that. But that's not true. As long as the people in my head are always there, I'll never be alone.
Like, at all.
And that's the part that sucks.
As far as I can tell, not even all of the meds that I'm on can make these people inside my head go away. And it's not like I mind having them there, they're not that bad. Except for Byrne, but I can even stand his company.
I think that that's why I haven't told my therapist about them yet; I don't want them to go away and leave me alone. I'm already a social outcast at my school, and my family doesn't seem to understand anything about me. Everyone just makes assumptions about me and what I'm like because of how I look and how I don't like talking to people. I hate everyone.
Except for Alia. She is another antisocial girl at my school, who happens to be in all of my classes- literally. We sit together at lunch and complain about people. Sometimes we read thick, nerdy books when we don't feel like talking, but we usually end up bitching about the idjits we're surrounded by in our classes. Yes, I say idjits. Don't judge me and my epically amazing words of awesomeness.
Going back to the state of my sanity… I'm crazy. That's all that really needs to be said. I see people, and I hear voices, and I sometimes think that the mean voices are right. Actually, I think that they're right a lot of the time. I think that's why I have such poor self esteem- or so says my therapist, Dr. Korin. Damn that woman. Damn her!
God, I really sound like I'm talking to myself right now, but I'm not. I'm writing all of this out in a little black notebook that I carry around everywhere. This little booklet is full of everything inside of my mind- especially the things that I don't tell my therapist. I doubt that I'll ever show anyone what's in this book. But if I do, that person better realize how freaking awesome they are.