Beelzebub

No this isn't a confession or a personal account it's a critique I used IDLSIDGO for the cover image

Five. The golden standard I hold myself to is on a sharp decline as of late. Days are shorter, nights are longer, I never see the moon and I sleep until noon. I remember my face much differently than the one in the mirror. The face the mirror would have me believe to be mine glistens and it’s hair clumps together in crowded, congested clots. Purple lines it’s eyes and a layer of grime rests upon it’s teeth. It is not me. I am beautiful.

Four. People have been looking at me differently as of late. My friends reject me, my peers ignore me. Interactions are forced, they limit the time they give me. I often find myself stuttering and at a loss for words. I rarely go outside anymore. They are undeserving of me. I’m incredible, I am powerful. I am amazing. 

Three. I don’t have any hobbies. I don’t have a job. I don’t exercise. I don’t have any passions or creative endeavors I’m pursuing. I don’t have a romantic partner. I haven’t left home in over a month. I actively avoid interacting with my family. I actively avoid any social interaction of any means. I am perfect just the way I am. I am perfect. I am kind. I am friendly. I am beautiful. I am gracious. I am attractive. I am incredible. I am perfect.

Two. I am amazing, I am beautiful. I am strong. I am smart. I am creative. I am clever. I am powerful. I am attractive. I am nice. I am sociable. I am outgoing. I am handsome. I am powerful. I am beautiful. I am creative. I am composed. I am stoic. I am courageous. I am confident. I am perfect. 

It may fall no further.