A pair of flickering eyes...

And so we're back.
Just six words, and I was back into that insecure little shell.
I started caring about what I was wearing.
I keep thinking I'm fat.
I'm not good enough.
I talk too much.
I'm pretty much the ugliest person in the world.
I don't have any friends.
I feel as if I can't do anything, even though I really should.
I feel trapped.
I want to see him, but at the same time I don't.
I don't know what I want.
Maybe a tiny part of me wanted him to be dead. So that someone, SOMEONE, in this world felt worse than me. Even though that may sound selfish, I just can't stand this feeling.

"You know he is here, right?"