I am a very social person. I am constantly interacting with strangers, making easy conversation, and gaining new friends in the process. However, after some time goes by, I start getting this “itch”. This little thing that I can’t scratch, that I can’t ignore, because it’s stuck in my head, haunting me.
It’s a whisper that breathes in my ear, saying, “What do they really think of you? That you are actually quite annoying? That your words are mindless dronings that make their ears bleed and their skin shiver just from the memories? Do they think that you’re as worthless as you think you are? Do they think you’re hideous, inside and out? Do they think that you’re only using them to get something?”
And once that whisper starts, it grows louder, bolder, and then it really gets going. And my inner-dialogue is violated and marred by its presence for the next few days.
This. Has. To. Stop.
I know that I’m not worthless or anything. It’s just, that little voice, that whisper…. It gets to me.
I am not quite sure what to do at this point.