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"I've forgotten how to write." I whimpered.

"Read more!" The voice within me cried out, annoyance hinting in its tone. "How can I-" "Get off of Tumblr." The voice interrupted with a snap. "I can't," I protested quickly with panic, grasping desperatly for my reasons, "how will I socialize-"

"This is not socializing!!" The voice shrieked. It gripped me tightly digging sharply into my skull, shaking my head viciously. "This is not life, this is not living. You complain about not having friends when you do not try to keep any. You would rather flee to your computer than spend time with people! And you wonder why you are alone!" The voice snarled, dragging me to my knees.

"I can't! I try but I can't!" I cried tears welding hot in my eyes.

"LIAR!!!!!"

It hurts, the pain within my head and chest. It burns mercilessly at open nerves. The fire leaves destruction, discards me in a pile of tears.

"YOU HAVE HOURS UPON HOURS IN WHICH YOU COULD BE SPENDING TIME WITH PEOPLE!! HOURS THAT COULD BE OTHERWISE USED TO GET YOU THROUGH SCHOOL!! HOW CAN YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT THESE THINGS WHEN IT IS AS SIMPLE AS PRESSING A POWER BUTTTON!?!?!?!"

The words hurt, they sting, they blow lower than I can repair.

But it's all so painfully true

"I'm sorry." I cry.

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"I've forgotten how to write." I whimpered.

"Read more!" The voice within me cried out, annoyance hinting in its tone. "How can I-" "Get off of Tumblr." The voice interrupted with a snap. "I can't," I protested quickly with panic, grasping desperatly for my reasons, "how will I socialize-"

"This is not socializing!!" The voice shrieked. It gripped me tightly digging sharply into my skull, shaking my head viciously. "This is not life, this is not living. You complain about not having friends when you do not try to keep any. You would rather flee to your computer than spend time with people! And you wonder why you are alone!" The voice snarled, dragging me to my knees.

"I can't! I try but I can't!" I cried tears welding hot in my eyes.

"LIAR!!!!!"

It hurts, the pain within my head and chest. It burns mercilessly at open nerves. The fire leaves destruction, discards me in a pile of tears.

"YOU HAVE HOURS UPON HOURS IN WHICH YOU COULD BE SPENDING TIME WITH PEOPLE!! HOURS THAT COULD BE OTHERWISE USED TO GET YOU THROUGH SCHOOL!! HOW CAN YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT THESE THINGS WHEN IT IS AS SIMPLE AS PRESSING A POWER BUTTTON!?!?!?!"

The words hurt, they sting, they blow lower than I can repair.

But it's all so painfully true

"I'm sorry." I cry.