A few weeks pass.
Me: "lately i've been shutting everyone out. Pushing people away. I really didn't intend on doing it though. It just sort of happened. Why? Probably because I just feel like everyone's given up on me. Everyone.
Voice: "because you are worthless. You are not normal, everyone just thinks you are a pathetic sad little emo girl. No one wants to talk to you anyway."
Therapist: "how does this all make you feel?"
Me: "I feel lost, hopeless, careless. Everyone else seems to be giving up on me."
Voice: "ha-ha"
Therapist: "you look a bit troubled."
Me: "story of my life..."
Therapist: "have you hurt yourself in any kind of way lately?"
Me: "I haven't done anything but hate myself more and more as the days go by..and that hurts a lot."
Voice: "aw poor baby."
Therapist: "why do you look so tired?"
Me: "I stay up all night thinking about how much I hate myself, how fat I am, how ugly I am, why no one likes me, why everyone leaves... why can't I be happy..just normal."
Voice: "because you were meant to be my slave. You are mine to play with as I please. My goal is to tear you down and devour every hope, dream, and happiness you have. You are a pathetic human and you need to just kill yourself. So I don't have to deal with your ridiculous self any longer."
Therapist: "time is up. We will finish this tomorrow."
But I didn't go back until 2 weeks later.
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Angst
Short Story❝... A few minutes pass and suddenly I get an anxiety attack. 'You have to relieve yourself. Come on no one cares about you, so why should it matter right?' The voice said in a manipulating gesture....❞ *WARNING: In Edit*
