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.
Scale:How can things be better when you're still fat?
Mirror:You're still ugly.
Mind:Come on. It won't get better. You know better than that.
Me:you're right...