So far my mental health has only deteriorated. I thought I was safe in a conversation but she seems to be speaking for me now.
It's not that I don't want any help. She just won't let me, she's been suffocating me. She won't let me talk sometimes.
The things that come out of my mouth isn't my saying, it's her's and I hate it.
I don't think I appreciate the moments I have without her. Without her I don't close my self as much.
Since she's been taking over so much I think it's just best to close myself off completely.
She's just so mean.
I always get punished for things she says.
I don't like hurting people's feeling but she just uses my mouth too much.
There is something that are mine though, this journal for example. She seems to go away whenever I'm writing.
Actually I'm nothing like her, I like doing things for people, putting their feelings in front of mine. It makes me feel good.
But she could care less, she just wants everyone to die.
I just want to die.
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Sixteen
Teen FictionThe published diary of a young girl, hoping that someone can help find clues as to what happened to her.
