I didn't realize how hard this would be.
I can't just... stop.
I love it.
I hate it.
Please.
Now more people are noticing due to the lovely fact that it is summer time now.
Could you please not ask questions?
One day trying this and ten or more people stare at me and the others say
"What happened"
"What did you do?"
I hate lying but there is no way I am telling you.
Any of you.
Like stop looking at my arm please my face is up here.
It's gonna be tough.
I'm always scared of my cat dying or getting lost.
I value him more than all the money in the world.
He has been with me through so, so much. I have had him since I was four years and he's never left me.
I just love him so much and it will break me into pieces when he's gone.
Fudge. This whole week is gonna be chaotic and I am just not ready. Please.
I am not ready for summer. Not ready to change.
No. No. No.
Please could you stop asking what's wrong? And trying to lie to people for me. Please leave me to deal with this. I'm sorry. I shouldn't feel that way. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be hurting you the way I am.
I am mentally killing you and I know it.
But if you just stopped caring I could leave and you could stop bring hurt.
Please never stop caring.
I love you and you love me.
But I will not tell you my head.
No one deserves to know that.
He knows now. What? Why? How... where did I go wrong? How did he of all people fund out. I should be more careful. But I'm so tired of hiding. I wish people knew how much it hurt to be asked these things and then have to lie about it.
Then they'd stop asking.
Why can't I see her sooner?
I miss her so much.
Please come as quick as you can.
You can kill me or save me.
Please save me.
I haven't seen you in so lon
But I know it won't go like that.
It always hurts so bad.
Always.
Because I know after that.. things will never be the same. You and I both try each time but it always hurts so bad. Do you even realize? Do you even know me anymore?
I will not tell you what I told her. I will not hurt you too.
But of corse I am going to.
Please don't try to save me. She tried that. It broke us. Please don't try.
I don't know why I tell people what's making me feel like and act like I do. I know I'll always push them away when they try to help. I'm so awful. They try so hard but I look away.
I'm choking. Stop it please. Let me breathe.
I'm so over dramatic. I'm pathetic and petty. This whole thing is dumb. I'm dumb. What am I doing?
Where am I going.
I wish my mind would avoid that question for once. I hate it so much because I know the answer is double sided and I don't know what side to pick.
I'm afraid it will be the easy way.
Please.
Please no.