I’ve always had a voice in my head. Not the one that’s your own voice, it’s different. It’s not my voice. Every day for years I’ve heard him yelling in my head and telling me I can’t do things and how much of a disappointment I am. How much everyone hates me. How I’ll never equate to anything other than a low-life piece of filth. The one person who’s ever made him go quiet is gone. We both unfortunately had to go our own separate ways just because of life, and that’s the worst part. No matter how much time we’ve had, no matter what happened, time was running out. Now that’s it’s gone, he’s back. I’m afraid that he’ll get the best of me soon. He’s louder than ever now that she’s gone and he won’t even go away when I sleep. I can’t drown him out and I can’t distract myself, he’s just there. Constantly. Screaming at me that I’m nothing. I don’t want to live this way anymore.