Everyday I feel like killing myself a little more.
I keep my emotions bottled up now, biting my lip until I draw blood when I want to show emotion. It kills me inside to know that I’m getting closer to my death.
Honestly, the only reason I haven’t killed myself yet, is because of my friends on Quotev, music and because I would never leave my sister in all of this misery we go through.
I wish I had grown up differently, seen things differently, learned things differently. Though here I am.
If you think about it, it’s kind of funny. It’s funny how when we were little, we told ourselves we’d grow up to be princesses and marry the nicest prince in the land! See how that turned out?
Actually, I want to kill myself to see what everybody would feel like after. To see their clueless and surprised faces. But I’m not one to put people in pain.