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For me there's two separate participants, a 'talker' and a 'listener'. My mind identifies more with the talker, because that's the one that has agency. Since there are two participants, both of which are me, I talk in 1st person plural ('we've got to do ...', 'we thought about this earlier'). I stopped being afraid of being alone after I started having an internal dialogue around the age of 11, since having a second participant in the conversation meant I was always in company.

Edit: Wow, looks like there's a lot more diversity in this than I was expecting

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[–] Zoop@beehaw.org 0 points 1 day ago* (last edited 1 day ago) (2 children)

Hey, that's really similar to how mine is! Minus the slurs, thankfully, lol. But I get it.

Right now, in my head, it's a mix of Rump Shaker by Wreckx-N-Effect and Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana except that the lyrics are re-written to be horrible and mean to me, about hating myself, telling me to kill myself, I should be hit by a car, I should be stabbed in the face, etc. I am not a healthy person. :D There's usually plenty of dark/low humor and fucked up jokes I'd never say thrown in there, too. There's also often a voice that goes "hey, that's not helpful, be nice to yourself! You wouldn't treat anyone else this way!" 'cause I really am trying to be better. That and like a shotgun blast of a million other different trains of thought mixed in. It's chaotic in there.

Blackpink zip hoodie with the plastic choker, baditz maru lunchbox purse: aww, you’re sweet

2xl indecipherable metal tee, greasy hair, visible cutting scars: hello, hr?

What are you thinking of, sweetheart?

Rewriting the lyrics of in the end to be about holding open doors for ppl at the grocery store and then carrying a heavy bag for someone.