Not for the Weak (Humanstuck Erisol)

:Nine:

I don't know how much longer I can keep going.

He talked to me for the first time in at least a month yesterday and all he said was, "Stop talking, please."

I couldn't believe it. I almost cried in the middle of the hallway. He actually acknowledged me but it was to tell me to shut up.

I got home today and the first thing I did was hang a rope in the corner of my room. I placed a chair beneath it just in case. I've been staring at it for hours. It seems to beckon me. The only thing keeping me sane is logging all my thoughts.

Blood
Angst
Death
Destruction
Suicide
No meaning
Slice
Shoot
Hang
Anything

Just please, get rid of me.