Zingers

The negative thoughts hungrily bite, tear at my soul, but I overcome them. Don't get out of bed, they say. What's the point? Don't get up, they say. It's really a terrible world out there. Don't be kind, these people are out to get you. Don't pursue your dreams, you'll fail. It isn't worth it. No one likes you. Shut up, negative thoughts. Shut up. Leave me alone. Go back to negativeland, where you belong, with all your negative friends. Go eat shit. I know how to deal with these negative thoughts. I've got the retorts that bring them down; the zingers that kill them. Oh yeah.