Well let me start out by saying hello, this is my first post. I just signed up yesterday and I was looking around the forums and found this one and I have quite a story for y'all. I was going to an alternative school and I had just moved into my dad's house because me and my mom were not getting along at the time. My dad worked all the time and I didn't know anyone in the area. The apartment complex was right off of the highway. So it's just me and my neighbor mostly chilling and smoking weed the whole time.
I was mostly alone. I had been depressed since I was about 15. I was an angry little fuck but I never had the problems I have today before moving in there. I spend most of my time alone and playing video games. I would play audiobooks in the background and listen to music constantly.
I had a soundtrack of lofi hip hop always playing in the at full blast in the house. Overtime I started to unravel little by little. I don't remember how gradually it happened but I started to he faint voiceless whispers. I believe that turned into something I will never be able to understand.
I would hear the whispers coming from the audiobooks I would play. I would here things that would come through my music and it was always strange. If I would have to describe my life from that time to even now I would say it's very strange.
A day in my life was like this. wake up from a mundane but relaxing dream, go to work and come home and work out. Sounds fine but the thing I was doing all day was talking to myself and replying to some vague voice. I remember one day I was getting changed to go to work and I heard a voice say "I bet 10$ you'd kill yourself yesterday" Really put me in the spirit to work.
I went down to Florida for a graduation present from my aunt. I can't say I had an all around bad time but I would be Ok one moment and not alright the next. I was probably acting strange but I was just dealing with bullshit all day long. On the trip I was listening to the book it. About 20 hours into the book I was having problems so I walked to the cafe. As I am walking I hear pennywise in my head saying evil shit. Then there was the turtle from the book "god" responding with positive responses. I just remember sitting there watching a Mexican guy clean up tables.
After that I went to a mental institution days after getting home from Florida
If you would like me to continue my story I will be sure to but I don't want to waste my time.
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