I cant write about it. I try and try but it is the monster grabbing my ankles and pulling me back from what I want. I can't talk about it because it's always on my shoulder like Kronk's little devil telling me that no one will listen. I can't move forward because it's in my head hitting pause, replay. Pause, replay. Pause. Replay. How many times will it replay? How many times can I watch life pass me by and be stuck in a 60" screen making a face from when I was nine. I slap the mask on every day to go to school because it keeps saying...

No he's not staring. Shut up. I know I'm crazy. I'm crazy because of you. Ever thought of that? No, no you're just an inconsider- Wait, I know this scene. It's from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy when Mandy punches Billy so hard that his nose falls off. Ha. That's my favorite. What was I saying? Get rid of you? Why would I get rid of you? We're friends aren't we? Then don't ask such dumb questions. Honestly, sometimes I think you're-

You're doing it again! Get out! Get out of my head! Why are you making me suffer? What did I do to deserve you? I didn't do anything wring. I don't hate you. I don't say bad things about your mother. I just try to ho exist and you just waltz in here changing my channels, pushing me around, playing me like your damn fiddle. Well, I'm no instrument and you're an asshole for implying it! Get out! I'll get medication. I'll go to therapy! I'll get rid of you, you here me! I'll get rid of you

Miss so-and-so, are you okay?

Yes Mrs. Turner.

Good. What's the answer to number seven?

I got B.

Very good. Now class, turn to the next page. 

Why do you always embarrass me in public? I try to be good but you're just always here... Why can't you just go away?