Thid artwork isn't mine and all credit goes to the artist. Also, quick disclaimer. This text contains talk about mental health. So if you can not handle these subjects, I sudjest you skip to the next topic. As well keep in mind that this is from my expierience so if it doesn't align with your's that's why. Finally there is a little bit of swearing.

-Frog

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We all know about us right? I mean how you talk, what type of stuff you like that's who you are. Though, after thinking about this for awhile, I believe there's a secound you. One hidden from the outside world. The other you that lives in your mind.

This other self, at least talking from my perspective, I can't speak for anyone else, is my embody meant of hate, towards myself and others, my anxiety and stress, my problems with trusting others, and more. It is my inner ball of everthing bad in my head. 

Often times, this other me is a small nagging voice in the back of my head. Not loud and upfront, but still always there in the back of my mind. But it seems, when I'm upset, such as angry, sad, or worried. Ver nagging voice grows.

And grows.

And grows.

And grows.

Until even my physicall mouth is repeating the words he's saying. 

Though, for me at least, this second me serves a purpose. Even if all of the words coming out of her mouth are toxic, and foul, such as:

"You look to much like a girl, no ones gonna think your not just a female."

"Seriously? That's your grade? You fucking idiot! Did you even try?!"

"You weakling. You're such a godamn cry baby. You tear up over the smallest things."

But even though, these are the words ve whispers into my ear, filling me with hatred. Not for others, but mainly for me. Though so how, This second me's words, push me. Push me to do better. To be good enough, even if my mental health suffers along the way. It'll be fine in the end, I hope. 

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So that's the two you's, let me know if it's not just me and if you have felt this way as well. And remember, you are cared for and you are repescted and you deserve it. You are better than you know. And there are people out there who aren't fucking idiot's. So with that. Till next time.