Everyone says not to believe the demons in your head. The ones who say your friends hate you and you shouldn't bother them. The ones that say you're unworthy and push you to isolate from everything good. The ones that say the world would be better if I were dead. So I kept reaching out, even when everyone was pulling away, and I tried to rationalize that they had busy lives and that was valid. But at graduation they just dropped me for good, confirming all my worst fears. How am I supposed to continue fighting those voices? And if my doubts are there 100 percent of the time, how do I know when to believe them? I'm not even sad anymore. Just tired.