Mental

"I don't know what to do anymore. What to say. I know its not goinbo get better, even though people tell me it will. It sneaks up on me at the worst times. I'm surprised I haven't gotten used to it by now, since- as far as they've told me- its been going on my entire life. Its not going to be better and I'm not going to get used to it. That's what the voices tell me. And they've never been wrong. I'm sorry I have to be like this. I'm sure you wanted someone normal instead of me. This freak. This psycho. This- this- this parasite. You deserve something else. Something better. Something nothing like me."
"Maybe I need something like you."
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