Hey, I hope your happy now. I'm sorry I failed to save you, I'm sorry I wasn't able to pull you out of the darkness. I'm sorry. Ever since you committed suicide I've seen a lot of butterflies, I think its you. I miss you. Honestly I haven't even accepted it yet, I text you everyday in insta, hoping you would suddenly reply. But nothing. Paradise? Have you reached it? Paradise, where you feel the right amount of euphoria, epiphany and serendipity. Where the cold is howling, and feeling it hit your skin, but at the same time rays of sunshine are felt. Everything being "Not too much, not too little" am I right? I hope so. I don't want to give false information about you. I love you Cellyn. I feel as if I haven't told that enough, I wish I was able to tell you what I felt. But you were gone too soon, or was just too late. I'll see you in another life time, soon, pretty soon.
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{My Mental Health}
General FictionJust updates on my mental disorders/habits/health. I know you won't read this, you must be thinking that I'm an attention seeker. Just think that this is just my way of releasing what I feel inside. And I just decided on sharing it with You. (Trigg...
