Me: Maybe things will get better.
Self-Harm: lol I'll visit you tonight then
Depression: I'll make you sad.
Paranoia: I'll make you feel like none of your friends like you.
Anxiety: I'll give you a panic attack.
Trust: I'll disappear for a while.
Happiness: Come on bitch, I was just an illusion.
Mirror: You're still ugly.
Mind: Come on. It won't get better. You know better than that.
Me: you're right...