The Voiceland Org Can Die

A message to my paranoid schizophrenic voices

There are four voices in Voiceland that I owe things to. If they ask me for something, I will give it if I can. Other than that, the Voiceland org can die.

The Voiceland org is basically run by a voice named P, with occasional reality checks from actual people who know their shit. He decided a long time ago that his life was going to be glorious because I was magic or network or something, and he’s been trying to revolve the org around that ever since.

I can’t fight P. I don’t have magic. I have no network. I don’t know what people are thinking. If he insists to org men that my brain is actually an idiot combined with some clever magic, they’re going to buy it.

Then, some fools torture me thinking they’ve managed to get everything, and it just makes my convictions clearer to me.

The question I ask myself sometimes is, do I care? Do I care to correct? I only care enough to correct so that I have a nice day and so that I emotionally abuse those who are abusing me. But do I care to correct the org past that?

No.

I want revenge. There are four bright spots in this entire gigantic org and for everyone else, I’d just say: Too bad, so sad.

I’m not kidding when I say I would sue.

I would even take worse abuse to secure a worse future for the Voiceland org.

So there I was, in my car, thinking about whether or not I wanted to turn around and explain to the voices that P had bamboozled them. Yes, I did want to. But I wanted them to die more than I wanted them to get it. So I didn’t turn around.

If P ends up looking worse, I’m happier for it.