12-30-2013, 09:42 PM
Russian Roulette: five years, I never had the luck to last until the sixth bullet; twenty-five was my smoking gun.
I am so far from myself, I’m a different person. What little remained of my being just shattered… guess I am far weaker than I originally surmised…
Depression is horrifying, this loving Reaper hangs above me like my Guardian Angel, the embrace my comfort. He is a man that wants me…
I shouldn’t be back. I’m not supposed to be back. Yet, I feel like I severed a lifeline… I fell to the floor and cried like I never have in my life. All that pent-up frustration, depression, stress and those feelings of worthlessness came crashing down. I sat in the corner the rest of the night.
I fought coming back as much as I did leaving, but weakness won out, it always does now. I shouldn’t be back. Part of me doesn’t want this… I have no place in existence… I’m sorry.
I am so far from myself, I’m a different person. What little remained of my being just shattered… guess I am far weaker than I originally surmised…
Depression is horrifying, this loving Reaper hangs above me like my Guardian Angel, the embrace my comfort. He is a man that wants me…
I shouldn’t be back. I’m not supposed to be back. Yet, I feel like I severed a lifeline… I fell to the floor and cried like I never have in my life. All that pent-up frustration, depression, stress and those feelings of worthlessness came crashing down. I sat in the corner the rest of the night.
I fought coming back as much as I did leaving, but weakness won out, it always does now. I shouldn’t be back. Part of me doesn’t want this… I have no place in existence… I’m sorry.