...and so I said, self? What the ****? Why you doing what you doing and ruining everything that you have in every place that you go. Why do you feel it necessary to create issues where issues don't need to be? Don't start with that depression and anxiety crap. You know damn well what you're doing. You remember a while ago when someone told you they remind you of a sociopath? Well look at yourself and ask yourself if you understand what they meant. Tell me you see it. You're ****ing up. You need to figure this **** out, otherwise we both go crazy. Don't forget. I control you, it's not the other way around. I tell you how to feel, what to do, and what to say. I make you feel like **** for no reason because it's a reminder of the pain you put me through.
...actually, scratch that. Forget the last line that I said to you because that's far too poetic for my feeble self. So, self? Again I ask. What the ****? What are you doing? You've had many good and many bad and for some reason you prefer the bad. Stop doing this to yourself and figure this **** out before you really lose it. I can feel it coming and I can help you stop it, but you gotta help me get to that point. Figure your **** out. I feel like we've had this discussion before, but now I've made things your bitch, and your following along.
Sincerely,
Self.