what i think about going to therapy.

i am literally shocked that my psychiatrist has no idea what to do about my problem: i hear many voices in my head. i try not to talk to myself, but the voices just love screaming on their own. they literally throw things down from high places and gorge themselves on food. i don't know how to go back to a state of utter poverty of soul that i cannot even start on gainful work yet because the voices write their own words and introduce themselves without thought to who's listening. the voices sing in the bathroom and wake people up when they're asleep. they cook huge drums of meat and bang everything on the floor. the voices walk upstairs and bang their bodies on top of the ceiling. their bodies rest on the center of power. the voice is the cornerstone of my house, the new society centers on students: wrong. the new society actually saves the savior already. because there was no one poorer than him. that includes everyone who has a job. saving the savior is equal to paying their dues. so, no one who goes to work shall not get paid. she demands the pay of the finest students. she demands the pay of the finest employees. no work shall go unpaid. everyone will get paid their due. it is equal to giving bathsheba just the right amount: just her own due and not anything she doesn't deserve. because bathsheba is now on her own. no david to tell her what to do or make her an underling.