omegle and chat lines

I still have fake arms.  They still need to come off.  But, given the exhaustion of it, I’ve decided to go on Omegle instead.  So far, nothing interesting has come of it.

I went onto a crisis chat line anonymously and ranted about my arms.  They seemed to think it was a joke until they heard that I was on Risperdal (an antipsychotic designed for schizophrenia) and they tried to talk me into going to a hospital.  Nah fam.  But it is concerning to me just how strong this feeling is and just how bad today has been.  They even told me to take my medicine before bedtime as prescribed.

There’s something about anonymous talking.  Chat lines.  Omegle.  A conversation where they’ll never see my face.  Never hear my voice.  Never learn my mannerisms.  They’ll never know.  They don’t know who I am and I don’t know who I am.  The only commonality is that we’re in the same chat room at the same time.

I’m currently in an Omegle group chat about how fucked up NHS is.  They know me as Marvin.  I guess they’re highschoolers because they-re talking about how they hide their smoking.  How edgy.

I need to stop my head.  Now I’m green again and I still want my arm gone.  Make this stop.  Please.  I’ve engaged in so many illegal activities recently.  I just want all of this to end.

If I survive then I’ll see you tomorrow,


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