I'm sitting here crying but don't worry it's not out of sadness but pure happiness. I'm finally content with the life I'm living. I'm getting better, well so I think.  The little things in my past still manage to creep up and tont me. But its gotten better not as many anxiety attacks and I'm eating on a regular basis. But at times I hear the little voice in my head creep up from the walls I've built in my mind he whispers in my ear "you're not good enough, you never have been and never will be" I try so hard to hold it in to not let it bother me but he pushes me to my breaking point back into the black hole I just crawled out of and I scream for help but no one hears me or maybe no one cares. I then realize I'm alone, all alone. You're mind is a terrible place, one moment you're full of life and everythings great than the next you're sitiing in the middle of your bed wondering why you're still alive asking yourself will anyone truly miss me when I'm gone?