5/18/2013
6:37 PM
I can feel myself slowly fading away. I am loosing the strength to keep on living. Why must the world be so insistent on holding to cruel meanings. I could not bring myself to write these last few days. I tried the #CUTCAKE challenge twice. The first time I couldn't even make it a whole day. I waited. I tried again. I made it a full day and a half, then failed epically cutting deeper then I ever had before.
My depression is getting worse. The fear of abandonment, the fear of abuse and violence, the fear of crowds; they all have gotten worse. I fear my resolve has slipped. Nothing in this world is good enough to hold me back. I want to make that final leap right now. My chest is constricted with the pain of still breathing. Should I relieve it of the suffering and be done? Or should I hold on?
YOU ARE READING
My Midnight Journal
Non-FictionI do not want to seek attention, that is not what is is for. I want people out there like me to know they will never be alone. I also want to release the tortured thoughts which occur in the dark abyss that is my mind. As I had the urge to cut once...
