This has been the longest weekend ever.
Everyday, something disappointing happens. And it just adds to the problems she already has.
Today is Sunday. A day that is meant for rest before the new week begins. But she cannot rest, in fact she is restless…and this is the most restless she has been since she started considering suicide.
A moment ago she picked up a pen and then stared at her wrist. She thrusted the  point of the pen to her wrist, but stopped before it hit it. “What if I just punctured it. And started bleeding to death.”
With the news she received yesterday, she just can’t take it anymore. She can’t afford to have anymore bad news – because that just might be the day when she snaps.
She’s already so numb to the people around her. She may love them in general, but it’s not enough to keep her from taking her life.
“They don’t need me. They’ll be fine without me. They’ll probably expect this anyway. It’s not my fault that they’ll want to show how much the love me and care for me after I’m gone. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone… I guess that’s the lesson they’ll have to learn.”
These walls are closing in on her. These walls are closing in.