Sunset. Don't think this is your fault. Its not. Nothing here is. I will delete any comment that suggests that, from you or from others. Recently I've been.. feeling d3@d. I look at myself and think "Gosh, why do you bother to get up? You a total EMBARRASSMENT to your friends, school, and family. Nobody will care if you're gone." I can't tell anyone irl. Nobody can know I'm doing this. They'll scream at me. They always will in my head. I'm trying to get 'better' I'm really, really trying, but its hard. Sunset and my irl friend both need me to be there for them right now. Both of them are in horrible, horrible places. But I am, too.. I'm trying to tell myself that i can be sad another time, but its not working. Every day I'm dying slowly. Bit by bit, I'm decaying. I'm broken beyond repair. Don't expect me to try my best anymore. Don't expect me to be Sunny Rainbows anymore. I'm not. I'm afraid that the old me, the /happy/ me, has been destoryed, and the new me is what is left. The rotting, broken Snail who finds it hard even to get up. The rotting, broken Snail who finds it hard to breath. The rotting, broken Snail who finds it hard to continue like this.
Whats the point? No advice can help me anymore. I'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mnotfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mnotfineI'mnotfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mfineI'mnotfineI'mnotfineI'mnotfine
