Gamzee
You have logged onto Talk! How are you feeling, TerminallyCapricous? Make a post:
Nah, I'm quite alright thanks bro. Or sis, you can never tell with this kind of miraculous technology. Who would even give a shit if the miraculous laptop I held on my lap before me was a bro or a sis anyways? Defiantly not me, that's for sure.
I ignore the website's offer and scroll through the posts. I had this account for about two or three years. My phyciatrist suggested it after my last session with her. I have suffered from schizophrenia, hearing evil voices all up in my head all the motherfucking time. Telling me to do some real bad shit. Like hurt myself. Hurt my friends. Hurt my family. My brother was the only motherfucking family I have. Dad had all up and left us. We almost never get to see the old man. Not like I'm complaining or anything.
I had given into the voices commands- cutting my arms and hips with anything sharp I could find. But that wasn't enough to satisfy them. They didn't let me eat either. Doc called it anorexia. I couldn't motherfucking care less for names. The voices were pleased with my skeletal look. I haven't heard from them in a few years- Doc gave me some pills to make them go away. Music is my only companion now when I'm alone. I like to chat with my best friend Karkat even though he is grumpy as shit, but when he's not around it's just me and ICP.
I see a post that catches my blue eyes.
CarcinoGeneticist: HEY. I'M A 15 YEAR OLD GUY WITH ANGER ISSUES AND AN ABUSIVE DAD. I GUESS IM ANOREXIC AND I SELF HARM TO DEAL WITH EVERYTHING THAT'S FUCKING GOING ON.
This guy was the same age as me, and had anorexia too. Even self harmed as well. Fuck I hated that phrase, 'self-harm'. There it is again.
I click on the comments section and begin to type.
TerminallyCapricous: Heya bro. I'm anorexic too and I self harm. Its hard aint it? You're just lucky to even have a dad. I'm here to talk, yo.
I smile to myself, all cheerful like as I click the send button. I hope I can motherfucking help this dude. He seems all sad and shit. It just aint natural to be sad all the time. I take a sip of the miraculous elixir that is Faygo and sigh.
I wonder what this guys thinking. Maybe he's doing the same as I am. Fuck, he's probably not even in the same state as me. Or country. He could be all motherfucking snacking on some food, or getting ready to snuggle down under the sheets for bed time.
Either way, it doesn't motherfucking matter. I'm all up and thinking too much.
Time to light up the miraculous weed again...
(A/N) Thanks everyone for your amazing feedback, seriously I'm so flattered! Most of the topics raised in this story are ones I have gone through myself so if any one of you need someone to talk to, whether you think the problem is big or small, I'm here to help. PM me to talk and I can give you my Kik or email or whatever :) Peace out people! Stay beautiful...