There are monsters in your head. Their job is to pick and prod at all your insecurities. They unravel your mind until there is nothing left but a big jumbled mess. The destroy you. They take over.  They wear you down to the point where you don’t know who you are. Your mind is now lost, they’ve done their job. It is only when you are long past the chance of salvation that they will leave, one by one, and move on to their next victim. 

I’m fucking done with people trying to bring me down. Like, I’m trying to be happy, if you’re not going to be happy with me then get the fuck out of my life. I honestly do not need people fucking bringing me down after the past 3 years I have gone through. If someone’s a bitch, I’m not going to get upset anymore, I’m going to be like fuck you and forget about them.