I can hear her, whispering in the back of my head. She’s telling me all the vile things again.
You’re not going to make it through school.
You’ll lose your job.
Whispers, surrounding and caressing my mind.
You’re wasting your time bitch. Nobody gives a fuck about you, she tells me.
Remember, there’s a reason you carved whore into your wretched skin.
At least I’m lucid enough to know that she’s wrong…