twenty-two: 6:17 pm
Dear Amy,
and as I wrote in my journal I
couldn't help but feel like my time
had come. I didn't want to keep
on going, I was no longer as strong
as I once was. I was so torn and
broken.
it physically hurt to breathe. My
chest was heaving, and I realized I
was just having another anxiety
attack. You kept kicking your
ball, kept hitting me with it, not
bothering to take notice in my
struggle.
however, I don't blame you. I had
just told you a little over an hour ago
that I had hated you. Those words
weren't true. I could never hate you, I
could only hate myself for the burden
I was upon my family. So I let it go
and took in deep breathes, striving for
control.
because I was broken and there was
no use in trying to help me. I want
to let everything go and just give up.
I'm done with having to fight for my
life. I'm done with having to live like
this. To be in so much pain all the
time. I turned into something no one
could ever love. I turned into a
monster.
so I turned into a self-destructive
monster. I'm an animal and I don't
know exactly what got me to this
point in my life. I was fine with how
I would have to leave. I had a plan
all mapped out for this one thing. For
death.
harley.
September 27, 2015
a/n: from As Time Slips By
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