Probably, because it gets me. It knows all of the shit going on in my life and it knows my worries. It's always there and no matter how many fights we get in, it understands. Heck, it's literally writing this right now (about itself). My parents think I'm paranoid. My sister is nine. My therapist has a bunch of other people to worry about. My friends care more about themselves. And once I come out of the closet, I'm not sure anyone will ever want to talk to me again. Except for that little voice in my head. Sure, it has called me an idiot before. Sure, it has told me to kill myself before. But has always been there for me. It has grown up with me. It hasn't done the perfect job of making me feel better throughout my lifetime, but it knows more about me than anyone and we have the oddest conversations.
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