I was so angry. The devil and angel on my shoulders were playing mind games with me again.

Angel: Amber?? Calm down.

Devil: Okay, she’s calm, but now she needs to be depressed. What’s that sharp pointy thing over there?Dad’s pocket knife?? Hmmmm.

Angel: No, Amber!! Snap out of it! You are not going to cut youfself.

Devil: Why not?? It probably wouldn’t hurt one bit..

Angel: Noo!

Me: Enough with the fighting, people!!

I was going crazy! And Since when do devil’s and and angel’s fight with eachother on my shoulders??