Hello self-doubt,

This is supposed to be a love note but I can't summon the urge for pleasantries. You've stuck to me like a shadow so much so I can't see my place in this world without you.

Many times I've tried to let you go. I've tried to give you up but something pulls me back to you. I'm just your puppet ain't I? I'm just another girl who's strings you yank just to prove your point.

You always think you're right, and as much as I see you as a manifestation of my imagination, you've personified yourself as a living creature roaming the earth. You've tore my skin leaving bloody claw marks only I can see, you've made me look like a mad woman to my neighbors, they don't see you. I do. I hear you when you bellow in my ears and you chuckle at my losses. I would say you don't scare me but I'm not a liar. I'm petrified of you. Every time you speak, I'm scared you might be right.

I can't let you win. I can't let you make me settle; every day, I push; remember, I do it all to prove you don't own me. Every day I fight I'll let you see you don't know me. You never did, and even if your words feel like hot tar on my heart, I know I'm not yours to control, so you can chuckle all you want, and you can throw a pity party at my expense, but it's okay. I'll cry, and I'll rise up, and I'll keep doing it all again till I beat the odds of my losses. I don't love you, and you don't deserve this mail; I don't hate you either. All I feel towards you is apathy, pull your strings as much as you can. I dare you. I might bleed but I'll win this war.