I feel sick. Life is hell, I just don't have energy anymore. I'm okay, just tired. I didn't want to be on my own. I want to be with you.
 drugging with me.
Me:I'm feeling quite good today.
Body:How? You're fat.
Self harm:How? I'm on your arm as proof you are not.
Mirror:How? Look at yourself.
Paranoia:How? Your friends hate you.
Mind:How? You're a total failure.
Me:Oh, right, yeah.
