I know we've been friends for a while but I can't help these feelings. There is nothing I want more than to take your hand, pull you close, and kiss you. I want to ask you to cosplay Undyne but I'm too scared... I wish I could confess but I fear rejection too much. The last time I was courageous, I had my heart broken after a month of lies. So please, if you somehow feel the same or know how I feel, talk to me. Don't make me come to you. I'll chicken out...
You think you're so cute, don't you? You're essentially used half my friends- all the ones that will take you- and then you break their hearts. You've already broken mine. Heck no we can't be friends! I don't talk to lying evil girls that hurt one after another. These are the things I would say to you but I don't ever plan on speaking to you again:
You are a little, whiny, dumb person. You act so cute and innocent but you're a frigging jerk. I've finally gotten a few people to see the light, realize who you are.
You ruined my heart. My first girlfriend, the first person I had the courage to ask out. I get it if you dated me out of pity, but you didn't have to say you loved me or lie about how long you had. You never did and to be honest I don't know why I said I loved you. I have so much love for people but you have made me never want to risk giving it out.
You're a fat annoyance. Nobody likes you. You're stupid, you can't sing, you're short, whiny, lazy, and you are one of the most ugly people ever. You're a coward. You don't have the resources or guts to end it all. If you hate this life, this torment, then you could end it. But no.
You hold out hope. You think there might be a way to make it all better.
But, because you are an illogical idiot, you still hold out hope. Someone will love me. I have some kind of talent. I can lose weight. I will be beautiful.
Can't you see, these are hopeless dreams?
No. Because you are a fool.
Oh well, I'll let you dream,
But know this, no matter your situation, where you are, what you have or what you feel, I will be there. You cannot escape me. Because I am your depression. I am your mind.
I am Ugly and I will never leave.
Your Conscience and Depression,