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, Iâm a different person. What little remained of my being just shattered⦠guess I am far weaker than I originally surmisedâ¦
Depression is horrifying, this loving Reaper hangs above me like my Guardian Angel, the embrace my comfort. He is a man that wants meâ¦
I shouldnât be back. Iâm 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 shouldnât be back. Part of me doesnât want this⦠I have no place in existence⦠Iâm sorry.
I am so far from myself, Iâm a different person. What little remained of my being just shattered⦠guess I am far weaker than I originally surmisedâ¦
Depression is horrifying, this loving Reaper hangs above me like my Guardian Angel, the embrace my comfort. He is a man that wants meâ¦
I shouldnât be back. Iâm 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 shouldnât be back. Part of me doesnât want this⦠I have no place in existence⦠Iâm sorry.