Entry 12- Dec 15, 2018
Dear friend,
I haven't felt this pain in my chest for a while. It's so heavy that its causing my heart to feel as though it weighs a ton. I just want to cry and cry, but I don't want an aid to walk in here just to check on me. I know why they are. My roommate is coming tomorrow night and if they see me like this, they'll probably tell Ruth Ann that I'm having another break down. I just can't help it.
I should be getting my vistaril soon, so maybe it'll kick in before I get any fucking worse. Maybe if I scream in my pillow it'll prevent the aids to hear me. Who knows.
If I could, I would grab a blade and start it up again. I can't. I fucking can't. If I do, Kyle will hate me. He'll be disappointed. I have to. I just have to!
I can't...fuck...
With love,
Stanley Marsh
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanficArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
