I haven’t been writing in my blog much because I am depressed.

There is no more more trying to figure it out. Demonic aliens is my best guess. I can’t stop it with a bubble of white light and salt baths and the med are useless.

So I’m depressed officially. Sleep is the only time I don’t have to really worry about them. They conduct my dreams but I’m unconscious so it doesn’t matter.

When I’m awake I have to deal with the described in this blog. Talking by ex, my father, molesting me, calling me ugly or fat, telling me what to do.

Then they will flip the script and say they love me and start molesting me another way.

It’s too much for my mind to handle every day. I have no room for me and my thoughts.

So womp womp I’m depressed.