Its no secret i hate long nights. Anxitey fills my mind even now its 1am and i can't stop thinking about death. The hours move slowly as i pace my room. Even with these meds i've had trouble sleeping latley. "I just want fucken stop" i yell. It was loud thankfully i didn't wake my mom.
"Well since i'm not sleeping might as well stay up and game". Before long i'm i get attacked on red dead. The rage overwhelmes me.
I scrool face book trying to calm down. I talk to the guy i have crush on and what is said in rages me even more.
He tells me he scared about being bullied for being with a guy." I'm to embarrssed man i don't think i can do this i'm to scared about being bisexual", he says.
I try to reply back but he blocked me his last words." I think i'm going to destroy myself tonight".
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All in my head?
No FicciónWhy fight this pain, when everyday it only becomes easier to go? This is sort of a diary it will become more of a story as the chapters continue. May have mentions of suicide. Might have graphic images, if that bothers you don't read this, check out...
