| when moving, i lost my journal. its been a month and i still havent found it. none of my friends know of this site so might as well come on here and talk about my feelings. to be honest, i drafted a suicide letter last night. i wrote all of my shortcomings, to my parents, to the world, to the universe. the only thing stopping me from actually doing it is this vivid vision i get of my parents seeing my dead body, i see it from an aerial view akin to a movie, which hurts more than the cuts.
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