She

Whatever she says, I know it's not true. Every word spilling out of her mouth is a vile lie, we both know. We both know the other's intention, the path one would take to reach those goals. I hate it when she comes haunting me with her poisoned hisses, produced by that shrill, shrieking, voice of hers, and she haunts me so often, because we disagree on everything.
Why is she there? I never was able to figure out how we are even able to share one body. Oh, please, someone help me...
Please put an end to this. And most of all, put an end to her.
Category:Beings
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Micropasta