My own personal demon

I have my own demon.

His name is Jack, and he lives in my skull.

Jack hates me almost as much as he hates himself. He fills me with stress, hatred, sadness, and rage. He grinds me down. He devours my will. He makes me weak.

Sometimes, when my life is going well, and everything's good, Jack will rear his ugly head. He'll remind me of past traumas. He'll tell me to do things I don't want to do. He makes me feel worthless. He encourages and amplifies my pain. He knows me more intimately than anyone else. He feeds off my guilt and my shame.

Jack likes to show up when it's most inconvenient. I can usually tell when he's coming, but not always. He takes advantage of my weaknesses. He manifests himself in the most innocuous of places - songs, smells, words, everything, or sometimes even, nothing.

I do my damnedest to keep Jack at bay. I've tried lots of things. I have my secrets, and I have my techniques, but Jack knows them all, and he can be a mite unpredictable. Sometimes I expect him to show up, but he doesn't. Other times, he comes out of nowhere and tries to kill me.

I wish Jack would go away, but I know he never will. I'm condemned to live with Jack for the rest of my life. I'd rather not, but what can I do? Jack's fate is irrevocably tied to mine.


I hate Jack.

- Non-Glare Lenses