The story of my life
Me: Maybe things will get better.
Depression: aw, don’t think like that, I’ll make you sad.
Paranoia: Haha, none of your friends like you!
Anxiety: here, let me give you a panic attack.
Trust: I’m gonna disappear for a while.
Happiness: dude, come on, I’m an illusion.
Scale: Come on, how does it get better when you’re fat?
Mirror: ew, you’re ugly.
Mind: It wont get better, you know that.
Me: yeah, you’re right *cries*