I haven't left my room in 2 weeks, 5 days, 3 hours, 7 minutes, and 18 seconds.

19.

20.

It is dreadful.

The words follow me. They don't leave me alone.

They shout:

Cold

Unfeeling

Emotionless

Not worth it

Angry

Heartless

Problematic

Dramatic

Disgusting

Disturbing

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It's better than hearing the people you tolerated saying it.

I can tell that some of them are incorrect.

I am skilled at discerning mental distortions. So I do not know why they sting. I filtered out the most untrue, seeing as those are an illusion I see through.

No one loves you

Everyone hates you

They're disappointed

They don't love you

You'll never love them

I fight back, but my voice is inadequate.

Someone must.

Untrue. Patton does not.

I function adequately.

They said they do.

I am capable of emotions.

Their voices know how to respond.

If they did, they wouldn't treat you this way

Patton cannot love someone he never sees

Not anymore

They lied

Are you really?

I try and I try, day and night. Nothing poses an adequate solution.

I research, I plan, I try to leave. I am stuck. 

Stuck in this room, and stuck in my mind.