Inner Critic: Your stories are a joke! No one in their right mind would read them! Look at you! You're a fraud!

Me: I am not!

Inner Critic: You gotta stop pretending to be something you're not!

Me: Excuse me, but I am not pretending! Writing is my dream! And, you're not gonna ruin it for me!

Inner Critic: I speak the truth! Your stories have nothing to offer! You wasted all of 2023, and for what? Writing stupid stories that no one will ever read?

Me: So much crap coming out of your mouth! How about cleansing it with some mouthwash?

Inner Critic: Do yourself a favor. Delete all of your stories. For me.

Me: You wish, loser! *bites the inner critic*

Inner Critic: *gets bit* Yow!!!!!! How dare you assault me!

Me: Shut up, before I bite you again!

Inner Critic: *fades away*