I remember, The Tuesday before I got admitted.. I was walking down a street going to buy a rope. I looked across the street and this old couple were walking together.. Apart from he was in a wheelchair hooked up to what looked like oxygen. It was a sad sight.. But I kept going.. To see a mother with her children.
All just got me thinking. And now? I’ve found out something else that has literally driven me crazy. I just want my happy back.
Stop blaming yourself Nat, You couldn’t have possibly done that. Don’t listen to them.
You were doing great Nat, But nothing lasts forever, Right? All good things must come to an end. So now.. The darkness is back. Just. More numb this time.
Like, everyone was scared because of a predicted attempt. Imagine what they would be like if you actually attempted.. or worse?
You just don’t care, Do you?
You’re fucking sick, Nat.
What the fuck is your problem?
Urgh.