They said I was never alive. I was just existing. And somehow, I believed them. After all, they're me.
I have three personalities. First, the hater. Second, the demoralizer. Third, the neutral.
The first one said he hate me. He hate how I didn't do anything right. He said I don't deserve any love, but rather, I deserve hate. He said I only exist to be hated by people around me.
The second one said I was not living. I'm only breathing but not living. I was just a design here. He said only those who are brave and successful are the ones that are living. And I am neither brave nor successful. I'm just an unknown human being breathing only to say that I exist.
And the last one -- the neutral -- said that he don't care. He don't care if I'm alive or just existing, he only cares about when I'll stop being alive and existing. He said because of me, he was created, he experienced hardships in life because of me. That's why all he wants is the death of me. To stop his problems and sadness.
All my personalities are against me. All of them are pulling me down and I let them drag me to a place where truth are told. A place where reality occurs. A place where I want to be.
Hell, is that what you call it?