Two days ago i packed a bag and got on a bus because i had decided that running away was the safest option for me, unfortunately i was forced to come back and now i haven't been able to stop my suicidal thoughts.
I stole my fathers dagger tonight and i was disappointed when i saw that it was blunt, i have accidentally started planning my note and i have been writing letters to my friends and boyfriend to say goodbye. I feel terrible because i actually want to send those letters, i want to take the selfish escape that that dagger gives me and i don't know how long i can hold off using it.
I once sent this book to one of my friends and i truly hope they come read this before it's too late, I'm sorry Levi, I'm sorry Danni, I'm sorry Robin.
And I'm sorry to my siblings, I'm really trying not to leave you all
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts & Vises
Non-FictionDon't read this, not unless i send it to you. I'm looking forward to the underworld
