laurapalmer
there was a constant roar going on inside her head.
it was compiled of the sounds of people telling her what to do
telling her she wasn't smart enough
telling her she wasn't beautiful
telling her she wasn't fun to be around
telling her she needed to be doing better at everything;
but the overwhelming voice that she could hear above the roar
was that of her own
telling her that she would never be good enough,
that she would never be happy.
they kept themselves to themselves
and that was that.
unlike everyone else,
they lived alone
and they died alone
and nothing in their life was an illusion.