I Talk Too Much

come on, i know that i'm the only one

do not leave a comment i am not out for attention

i know you're there and that's not what I need right now

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What the hell happened to you

What did you do to yourself

You didn't even know what you were doing, did you

You never had a clue that this would happen

What?

Oh, don't even try blaming this on me. I'm still you, after all.

No. It's not my fault.

You can't just...you can't just personify a part of yourself, just so you'll have someone to blame.

How did you get like this

When did you lose that spark

I know. I know.

Oh, don't be an idiot.

Fine. Yes. You're better off in some ways, and you're way worse in others.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah.

You used to be mean. I know.

No, that wasn't me. It was still you.

NO. You cannot blame me for all of this

Get this through your head.

I am still you.

No. Don't try that shit. This character you've come up with in your head, to talk to and blame? Guess what, that's still you.

Splitting your personality doesn't make you any less you. You're still mean, like you were in middle school.

Oh my fucking-

BLAMING ME IS STILL BLAMING YOURSELF

THIS IS WHY YOU'RE LIKE THIS. YOU'RE LOOKING FOR ESCAPES, EXCUSES, ET CETERA.

THERE IS NO ONE ELSE TO BLAME.

You've been depressed for years

You don't remember those diaries?

Little eleven-year-old you was depressed. Little eleven-year-old you was mean.

You're still the same

Turning those feelings into me won't change anything

You need to fucking face reality

You're always blaming me

Did it ever fucking occur to you that maybe I want to help

Oh, sure, you be like that

You survived your emotions last time, and you're stronger now because of that

You can't blame me for that, but you think you can't thank me either

THIS ISN'T MY FAULT

I AM A FUCKING ASPECT OF YOUR FUCKED-UP PERSONALITY

YOU CAN'T TELL ME, 'GO AWAY NINA'

I CAN'T FUCKING GO AWAY

I'M YOU

YOU ARE A FUCKING MESS, AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA BLAME?