What even is this? A mental breakdown?

Towards...

It is done...

Good, show me your story...ah, the title reads "I pay the bill, you taste the wine", I thought you worked on this story a long time ago but never got around to finishing it. What gave you the urge to finish it?

It was the type of story you wanted, it matches every cliché you asked of me.

Um, not all of them. You forgot to make your two main characters flawless so the audience can try to be perfect like them and feel worse about themselves, this is crucial!

I'm sorry...

Sorry? That's all you have to say? You don't want to challenge me on this?

I don't find it nessecary to prove I'm right, you'll just be more angry at me.

...No wonder she lost interest in you, you have no balls. You lack confidence in yourself and you're way too nice, she'd prefer a stronger and more arogant man. You know she goes after those types usually unless if they're really sweet or funny but let's face it. You're just nice and you have nothing interesting about yourself.

I try to be unique though! I don't want to be like those f'n perverts, who creep up on romance every chance they have. I'm more concerned with my creativity than anything and I don't need you to tell me HOW TO ACT!

Well done...it seems you're getting the hang of it now. Keep on this track with this aggressive nature and maybe you'll get somewhere. People in any business want a memorable employee, bad or good, with that aggression people will notice you and not try to mess with you. Don't you want people to leave you alone?

Yes...but what if it's just a phase? Me not wanting company around, what if I want people in my life?

You said it yourself kid, creativity is your main concern, why worry about anything else?

That's just my main one though, I have many others. No person just focuses on one thing their entire life.

And if course you make sacrifices, isn't that right? To achieve your main one, you don't need her, your family, or friends, just me.

Why would I trust you?

Because you've known me all your life, you talk to me when you've lost all hope. I make you sane when you feel like going insane, I make you complete, I give you that hope you need when you're depressed and don't have the nerve to make the final cut. I am stronger than you in every sense of what you are, so let me guide you to the success you dream of.

I have people other than you...she considers me a friend!

HA! YOU? YOU THINK SHE GIVES A **** ABOUT YOU? SHE SEES YOU AS A PET! SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU SO SHUT UP ABOUT HER!!! Face it, whatever she thought of you is gone, unless you let me into your life.

But...but...my family! They love me! They'll do anything for me!

That's true, but they'll never understand you. You're too different for them to help you with advice and sending you to a psychiatrist won't help at all. I understand you, so let me ease your pain.

But...my friends, they're my age and some have dealt with what I have too!

Close, but not enough. They may understand you're depression, but they don't understand the severity of it. You're too far down to be helped by people just getting used to your problem. I've been with you the entire time, so I know how much you need this help. So what do you say, friend?

I think...you're right. I've tried and yet I've failed to make any impact with any human being. I don't understand the actions humans make anymore, they feel more than they think and it's their ultimate weakness. I know you controlling me is the best way to make thoughts that are pure and smart. So...

Yes?

You promise to let me be creative and not force me to write cliché crap like the story I showed you?

Of course, I won't even consider touching your ideas. Most of them are perfect already.

Thank you...take control of me.

My pleasure, don't worry it won't hurt a bit. Just a comfortable numb feeling.