Feb. 8th I tried to kill myself. I have never attempted anything like this before, but God knows I have been thinking about it for way too long. I was down stairs doing some practice cuts on my wrist, just to see how hard I needed to press and figure the whole mess out. The first cut was quite demeaning. I think one drop fell out, so I tried again in a new spot, harder this time. This time I got a good amount to come out. As I was getting ready to go even deeper and harder I dropped the razor blade and it […]
I wish you could understand half of what I feel, and this is best way I can tell you. . . .
Once the breeze comes and snuffs out the candle, there is no hope of relighting it. Candles are meant to burn to their ends, but my candle had no shelter from the storm. The rain has been falling for quite some time, and in the end it will find a way to wash everything away. The storm has been sheltering the sun until a great typhoon lifts me from these feelings inside; and then all at once, I can feel it crush me. If […]