I’m afraid I will have to choose soon. Choose between suicide or dying inside long before I kill myself. It’s just… I can’t take the pain, so somehow, slowly, I just stop feeling at all. Pretty soon I won’t feel love, I won’t be myself anymore. Empty shell. I kinda want to die when still being myself… For the past week I’ve done some really nasty things, and had a lot of fucked up thoughts, and I’m not that person. I don’t want to be that person.
I actually wrote about this in my first two posts here, over a year ago.
“I almost forgotten who I […]