Her

The voice in my head that tries to give me bad advice

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It’s not me, it’s Her.

She whispers to me all day long. When I’m feeling strong I can ignore her nonsense. When I’m tired, beat down by a never-ending shitstorm of work, dirty dishes, and cat vomit on the kitchen floor, that’s when she gets to me.

Just text him, she says. What could it hurt?