FUCK

Well fuck. It's back; the constant reminder of the fact, I AM NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH. The feeling in the bottom of my stomach making me drag myself though every day. She's back or at least she's coming back. Well she never left. Her voice is low and raspy now but it's getting clearer I can hear it. "You pathetic fucking wast of space DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR GOD DAM LIFE". She threatens me, laughs at me, and she knows everything. She knows my past my weak spots and she knows exactly what to do to make me hurt. And I can't hide it she knows. Well FUCK.