The voices in my head tell me all sorts of things. Every minute of every day they tell me things. Things that I already know, but they feel the need to keep telling me. They tell me how annoying I am, and how my friends just tolerate me.
They tell me how I need to seriously cut back on my eating, because I'm starting to gain weight. They tell me I'm not ugly, but I sure as hell ain't beautiful. They tell me that I'm awkward, and that I'm a weirdo.
They tell me stories about every time I messed up in life. They tell me about how much of a fuck-up I am, and how I can't do hardly anything right. They tell me stories of alternate realities where I don't exist, or something happened where I was eliminated in some way, and how me not being around in a huge benefit to everyone.
They remind me of how lazy and useless I am, and how I should just stop trying to please people. They remind me that I'm not good enough to deserve positive attention.They tell me how my scars are beautiful, and that I should make more.
They tell me that I'm too stupid to make my own decisions, and that I should just let them lead me through life. They say I'd be better off being the passenger and let them take the wheel.
The voices in my head are my constant companions. They never shut up. I'm almost starting to think that they're real. They talk to me all day long. It's hard to block them out. Perhaps maybe I'll start listening to them.
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Teen FictionThis is a bit of a depressing story. It captures the feelings of a teenage girl who is fighting the depressing things that life has to offer. It's written in the style of a personal journal, so the reader can better understand how she feels because...
