I had some weird conversations with Satan and Anna on my way back from the grocery store. I made a prayer to him that he called a "desperate prayer" which I thought was a little... eh, i dunno. You know evil beings can be a bit... mean. He said he couldn't grant me that wish, and I asked why. That at least he could try. He seemed a bit baffled by my up frontness. I told him that he's not the real Satan, but just a voice in my head. He replied to that that he's a god and can do whatever he wants, including invading my brain with crude telepathy. Anna said that he's weird for a god, to which I replied "how can you know, how many gods have you met?"
These voices really know which buttons to press to keep me believing in them... And losing sleep and fucking up my circadian rhythm and eating habits really fucks with my mind. Like normal people in that situation would get tired and cranky, a little disoriented perhaps - while I'm hearing the voice of Satan and my split personality talking to each other in my head.
Oh, well. I guess I'm kinda used to it. As used to someone can get to something like that. Though I've heard somewhere that hearing voices isn't that uncommon, and you don't have to be psychotic for that sake alone. Asperger's can experience that. And those with Borderline can experience psychotic symptoms, though it's quite rare for them. I don't know what that's supposed to say about me though.
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