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[kjpepper]

Why is it that peeps around me can give me the love, support, and accolades that my self-esteem so desperately craves, and yet all I can here is my bitchfart of a sister's voice telling me I'm basically worthless?

As if I need another negative little voice in my head.

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[beatgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh, chile - you don't want to hear the voices in _my_ head, now, do you? One day in my head and you might just beg to hear fudge-face's lilting screech. *lol*

You know I love you, I think you're mad fabulous, and that you do a great job, right?

It'a be alright. It really will. Just keep coming with your own voices and stay near whoever people make you feel good and you can eventually drone out the bitchfarts. It's like a commercial on TV that you kinda haveta sit through somehow, but you can wank-jerk back to it, or have a black cinematic experience with, or put on the mute so you can see the inane gyrations alone and just laugh.

Yer not here alone, that was my whole point, anyway. I'll talk 2 U about voice (crowd) control if you wanna, cause it's something I have to do all the time. The best strategy is to write down what you know to be true of yourself (as in good things). Then when you hear a voice that tells you otherwise you can either say, "no thanks, we're fags" or ask "why do you think that, little voice?" if you're in a stronger place and have time to deal. Parts therapy sez that all those wack voices are really just littles (no matter how fucking virulent they get, or how much they look like other people) and littles need a cookie and a time out. If this sounds like it ain't true for you, feel free to not listen, I just know it's something I've been learning about that's true for me much of the time. xoxo