I spent the entire morning watching the news, listening to the newsanchor berate me for not being good enough to hold down a job.
It's not like I'm not worried that there's an eldritch being messing with what I hear, but this just seems so benign. It's almost like I'm getting used to this.
I mean, all it's been doing is trying to convince me that I'm no good, or that I should kill myself, or more laughably, that I should kill Chelsea.
No, Mr. Weatherman, I will not kill Chelsea. Go back to pointing at the clouds and calling me a bitch.
I still need to show Chelsea this blog. Or at least find some way of showing her what's wrong with me.
Because I know for a fact I can't trust myself to tell her directly now. No telling if the Choir's going to skew what I say... Is there? Does the Choir work both ways, or can they only change what goes in my ear?
I really wish Chelsea didn't have to be involved in all this, even if it is just dealing with me.