Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I nervously look at my phone one last time. Waiting for a response, but as normal none. The feeling of dread takes me once again. My voices come to haunt me again. The one person in this world that I want hates me. I put the phone down and walk through the cemetery. A place of pain and memories. But that cemetery is my own mind. Feeling more and more pain every second. Breaking myself down even further. Will anyone notice if I'm gone?

Well she wouldnt. She probably thinks I'm annoying and useless. Of course this idiotic and nervous person I am. Of course it's time to let go of everything. Everyone. And myself