Episodes

They go away every summer,
And they come back with the school year.
I can feel myself slipping,
And I'm fighting it harder than I ever have.

It's like fighting yourself.
Constantly trying to get yourself in a better mood,
Screening your thoughts and,
When a bad one occurs,
Doing everything you can to keep them from spiraling.

It's like some little voice inside of you,
Is making everything so much worse than it really is.
Making you worry,
Telling you to trust nobody,
Not even yourself.

That nobody loves you.
Nobody could.
And every ounce of unhappiness in your life is entirely your fault.
Telling you that you're an ungrateful selfish bitch.

And eventually, that nothing matters anymore.
It's not worth it,
It's not worth the fight.

But I'm not tired of fighting yet,
no, not yet.