R3trô,
I don't really know how to write this.
I think something is wrong with me.
I keep hearing them again.
Not real people. Not exactly.
They stand in corners. Behind doors. Sometimes behind me.
When I look directly at them, they disappear.
When I don't, I can feel them watching.
They're covered in eyes and mouths.
Too many eyes.
Too many mouths.
And all they do is talk.
They repeat everything I've heard my whole life.
"You're wrong."
"You're confused."
"You're a disappointment."
"You need to change."
"You need to be fixed."
I know they aren't real.
I know they aren't.
But they sound real.
I don't know how to make them stop.
I'm scared to leave my room.
I'm scared to stay in it.
I'm scared of those things.
I'm scared of people.
Sometimes I think everyone is looking at me.
Like they're waiting for me to become someone else.
I know I've been acting strange lately.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for worrying you.
I'm sorry for disappearing.
I'm sorry about the Red Knife.
You kept telling me it wasn't helping.
You were probably right.
I wanted something that would make everything quieter.
Just for a little while.
But nothing is getting quieter anymore.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know who to talk to.
I don't think my family would understand.
I don't think anyone there would understand.
You always listen.
That's why I'm writing this.
Please tell me I'm still here.
Please tell me those things aren't becoming me.
Please don't be angry.
I'm trying.
I really am.
- N0ob