It becomes harder to get up each day. I just want to sleep. Never talking to anyone else. Never doing anything. I just don't have the energy for anything. My room has long since become a mess. I still remember thought. Remember how at first everyone just told me that I spend to much time indoors, that I just need more sun and fresh air, that nothing is actually wrong. It drove me crazy. I hate it. Something is wrong! I know it! Why don't you listen to me! Even now it drives me crazy. At one point I started waking up each night screaming, my dreams driving me crazy. Only then the gohst became almost constant, turning my nifty into afternoons, did they finally notice. They finally Tod me it wasn't me just having to little sun. Finally someone saw. But it's not better. I hate talking. Can't you stop?! My depression start working the graveyard shifts. Only then did they tell me I couldn't be left to myself. Why? Before you ignored my problems just like this. So why do you act all caring now? All I want is to be left alone! Even if you scream at me that I can't be left to myself own devices anymore I can! It drives me crazy. The memory from being cheered on, of your preptalks. Can't you just stop? It must be exhausting to always cheer for the anti-hero. Just stop. I'm not a hero. Stopped being one then her ghost first came. Leave me alone. The memory of the time after the funeral rises. It's been years, almost a decade since then. It drives me crazy. Back then I was to young to understand it. Couldn't understand the fighting between my parents and my uncle. My dad's brother. What was it again? Right, they said that my uncles wife had murdered grandma. They started fighting right after reading the will. I wonder what was written there? Was it important? I don't know. Back then I was to young. Now I'm older but none the wiser. Silence falls again. Then laughter. Her ghost is here again. They tell me it's just me going insane. That nothing is there. But she is there. Sitting across from me again. Looking sad. Why are you sad? Don't be sad. Here, look, laugh! Funny faces always cheer you up! Ah, don't vanish. The door opens. Voices that don't reach my mind. I cover my ears. Just leave me alone! Stop trying to cheer me up! The Anti-Hero shouldn't have any preptalks. They left. Thats good. I look up. The mirror laying next to me looks back. WHO put it there? I can't look at it. Never can look at the mirror directly. I throw it across the room. It hits the wall and breaks apart. I don't care. Can't care. The ghost are there again. I really shouldn't be left to my own devices, huh? At least not then my depression is running on 120%. Not then my depression is working the graveyard shift.