Living with yourself
Hi, my name is able.
I just happened to have spent 19 years breathing air, and things are looking slim. “Don’t give up on your life… Don’t give into depression, you're too young”, these are some of the things ‘functional’ people happen to say to me. I happen to wonder whether these people see how fleeting life gets when you hate the person in the mirror religiously. Having to wake up in the morning to live with yourself feels like having an enemy that knows your every move. He waits for you at your ‘happiest’ and reminds you of your insecurities. He waits for you to meet someone you really need in your life and ensures that you find a way to mess things up. He is always there to rationalize your vices and addictions at every chance that he gets.