Stupid ProseIt's like a whisper in my ear, a taunting realisation that repeats the same vicious words in an attempt to drag me back down into the depths of my own personal hell. Why can't I have this, just for once? Why do I have to allow such self-destruction orchestrated by those four words that I can't help believing with my foolish heart."You're not good enough."Quit trying. Quit thinking that you can be more than just a pretty memory, if you can even be that. Just bury yourself in the prison of your mind and reject the helping hands, the do-gooders, the ones who think you should be someone else. Just be alone, because that is the only thing you will ever be good at. Decay in your loneliness.You know you love to hate everything you are.