Dear Who the fuck ever,
I am so sick of trying for something that feels so futile. I have known from a very young age that I will die by my own hand. And you can call that selfish, but the only reason I am still breathing today is because I don’t want to hurt anyone. I do not want to stick A****** with the stigma of a dead, suicidal sister. I love that little girl more than I have ever loved myself. I love you A****, but A****** comes first. If she were not here I would have been dead by my own hand years […]