At first, I didn't understand it.
I thought, "He must be crazy. Insane!"
And then, I began to understand... the noises...
... the voices...
... the constant teasing...
... the voices...
... the teachers...
... the kids...
... the parents...
... the adults...
... all of them just saying "You're too sensitive."
"You're too plainly pathetic."
"You're too awfully understanding."
"You'll never survive with that kind of attitude towards life."
"You'll never get anywhere with that kind of feeling."
"You...
... will never."
All I did all day is hear these things.
And at night, those voices... they come back.
After almost 10 years of therapy.
After 36 years of living.
You would think.
You would think that those voices would go away.
You would think that I'd grow a "thicker skin."
You would think.
But, it doesn't go away.
The voices, they never go away.
The voices, they never go away.
The voices.
They never go.
Away.
Your skin's too thin.
Your heart's on your sleeve.
Your feelings are out in the open.
Drill out the thoughts.
Drill... out the thoughts.
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