Are you really sure you want to eat that, my pretty?

Inspect it closely. Can't you see? Red flecks on yellow cream, spilling out of the cone that's supposed to contain it, bulging out in all ways possible, from left to right from top to bottom. And you know what? That's going to be you, that's going to be what's left of you if you allow yourself to falter even for a second, only you probably won't smell half as good because you're not stuffed chock-full with artificial colouring and flavouring. Fling it away, dump it, ditch it- ah, that's better, that's right; you're being good today, aren't you?

Excellent, excellent. A nice change. You haven't been behaving for the past week or so, stuffing yourself with carbs and fats and God knows what else to make you even uglier than you already are. You can't keep doing this to yourself, darling; can't keep letting yourself feel these moments of pleasure only to crumble down later on like a pillar of soil-

Excuse me, are you even listening? Put that textbook down! You're not going to actually study, are you, when you're not even smart enough to pass? No, that's not for you, because like it or not, chances are you aren't going to amount to anything. Yes, drop that tome- forget about fingering its white pages, forget about opening it up for its white, new-printed smell. You don't have a future, child, and that's something you're going to have to accept, because you aren't intelligent enough, aren't pretty enough, aren't nice enough... Wastage is what you are, a cantankerous blemish on the face of the world.

But you don't need them. You don't need people. You have me, don't you? Your guilty conscience, the only one that's going to tell you things like they really are. Let's face it; nobody's going to tell you to your face that you aren't worth their while, aren't good enough for them. He left you for a reason, you know- yes, I see your eyes brim with tears, get upset, get angry, that's right! He threw you away because he didn't want you any more, because he didn't want to have to deal with a worthless piece of trash! Daddy's not here anymore, is he now? No, you've got nobody, got no one to be with you except me!

It's no point screaming, little girl. There's no point yelling, no point trying to force me out of your head. I'm here to stay with you, forever and ever and ever, and it's just something you're going to have to deal with. But don't worry, sweetheart. You'll have to learn. I'm sure you'll find me good company in some time- nobody can hear me except you, you little coward, I can't believe you're shaking like this, curling yourself up on your bed like a little foetus. Remember what I said, girl. Get upset. Get angry... Be strong. Stand up, ah, that's right. You aren't a little weakling, are you?

Channel all your hate into rage, I like the way that you've balled your fists up, with your fingernails piercing into your skin, I see blood, very good... No, I don't care who you're raging against, don't care what's driving you behind it; oh, silly me, it's me that's riling you up, isn't it? It's me that's making you like this, making you feel like you hate the world, turning your little back against everyone, because they're all out to get you, dearie.

They're all out to walk all over you.

Now get out there, and show the world that you aren't going to be stepped on.