On Our Way To Hell

On Our Way To Hell

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Feb 26, 20231h 30m
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You are Enna Violett. A 24 year old woman, around 5"6 and you've tried everything to cure your depression since your last relationship. It started with getting a puppy called Bud who you still have till this day, then smoking weed which you still sometimes do to ease your stress, then you took on new jobs one after the other like being a barista, a dog sitter, a baby sitter, a cleaner, an office lady, a singer (you do still release songs but rarely ever.) Point is, you tried everything from something like getting Bud to moving countries completely from your home in England, Newcastle, all the way to Arizona for a change. There was nothing that would help you! Nothing! However there was one thing you never tried, and that was making friends. You sucked at that. You were a very nice and easy to get along with person but you didn't like making friends much, you had trust issues after all. So when the ad came up on your phone saying someone needed a group of people to venture out to Texas and look after a home and farm there, you didn't hesitate to ask your mum to come and watch the dog while you'd be gone for a month. Turns out, you made the biggest mistake of your life. or the greatest, your choice. ..
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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