My entire life is built on escaping the past. But somehow people feel the need to dig it up and throw it in my face.
The one person who had a snail’s chance in hell of stopping my suicide is out of my life. Why? Because she dug up something I did 20 years ago, practically before she was born, and she threw it in my face. I’m so sick of being judged by people. Nobody knows what really happened, and I’m long past it. So I thought.
I will say this til my dying day (which just got closer), there is no such thing as […]