Where am I? What am I doing here?
I’m here. In a foreign country. On the ledge. Looking down. Will this kill me if I jump? What if I don’t die, what happens then? Is it worth it?
I’m worthless. Worth nothing. Quite seriously I’ve just been told I’m dirty and selfish and I don’t know basic manner. By the man I loved.
I guess it does everyone a favour if I die. Apparently I make everyone tired. Apparently all of my behaviours are annoying. Apparently my face is depressing to look at.
I’m too worthless to even die properly. I’m so scared. I’m scared of the pain of […]