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[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

Fucking shit. If they've gotten sentient enough to start sending me e-mails, I think I'm fucked.

tHeRe. I played along. I did the registering thing. I posted. Now please, stop.

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[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Tell me about it, sugar. This whole place is like a one-way-ticket to Crazytown Central.

[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

What- exactly is it? Please don't let this be a figment of my imagination.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Fuck if I know half the time. Something about us being reborn gods, and some shit about it being a race. And random kidnappings and shit like that. It's pretty fucked up.

[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

Obviously, not being able to distinguish reality wasn't difficult enough already. This is all wonderful news, of course.

...I'm still kind of waiting for someone to poke me with a needle and wake me up.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, you and me both, babycakes.

Seems like I finally had everything on track. Had a good career in boxing. Earned a degree. Wasn't committing crimes anymore. Finally got some good shit for meds that brought the schizo under control. And, fuck. I get the fucking email and end up here. Life's a bitch like that, ain't it?

[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

babycakes.

I don't know. I got the e-mail at home, and then it kept fucking following me around. Er- Your meds work for you, hm? Shit. I don't- I probably should, but...you know.

who are you?

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

They seemed to. Helped control the destruction. The freaky time shit stopped. Made the voices shut the fuck up for the most part. But now they're bleeding through more, and shit... I dunno. It's hard to tell where the crazy shit leaves off and the god shit begins. If there even is a difference between fucking things.

I'm Kali, I guess. Still freaks me the fuck out to think of myself that way.

[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

Voices. Huh. We....I hear voices, too. They bleed through all the time. But they're not very violent...right now. It's just who we are. If I take the meds, all it does is make them angry. Gets worse.

I'm Max. Legion. Nice to meet you.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Fuck yeah. So I ain't the only one batshit fucked-up crazy out here. Good. But I feel your pain, shug. I do.

Welcome to Crazytown Central.

[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

Ah. Great. Good-uh...Good for us, I suppose. Some people aren't so...well. At least I don't think you'd be the one telling me I need to see a therapist or something.

Gee, thanks. 8)

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

I'll be straight with y'all, babycakes. Crazy ain't a fun place to be. Gets pretty fucking dark and can really turn your life to shit if y'all don't do something about it. But, gotta find what works for you. Fucking shrinks don't got all the answers. A lot of 'em, sure. But not all.

[multitudes.insanejournal.com]

My...life is okay, really. I think I need them to live. Not that it doesn't...get bad, sometimes, but...we've learned to live like this for now, and it's....okay.

I see a therapist pretty regularly. Several of them. They're...not always helpful. but if we're nice to them, we won't get locked away somewhere.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Hey. As long as y'all feel okay with it, that's most important.