Here I am, sitting by a lake, with nothing but the moonlight, the Frey’s “You found me,” and my blade… I’ve always been the one to reach out to help others, but came to realize the favor will never be returned. Ive managed to cope as best I could, but Im afraid minor scars dont do the trick anymore. Even as I am writing this – perhaps BECAUSE I am writing this- I am fighting. Fighting with every breath I take not to let the blade glide across my veins and leave me to slowly fall unconsious, while all memories written in scarlet, drip away into the water… What am I fighting for anyway? Maybe my beautiful new friend, Shelly, is right, maybe there’s nothing out there that’s worth the pain….?
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your past post was positive, if you still there, would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?
What is the problem? You have a beautiful lake in front of you. Tell us what your prob is?
Hello Aqua, I email you something, and wanted to add that I disagree with Shelly somewhat… if you believe so THEN nothing out there is worth the pain. Everything is worth what you make it worth.