I need a place to be able to freely speak about how I feel and not have to worry about snoops snooping, looking for dirt on me.
WARNING: Chances are this journal is going to be full of raw emotion.
You have been warned.
"Would you really die, if you hit the bottom?"
I've hit the bottom too many times to count, and it never killed me. Though i wish it had. Every time I fall and my body slams against the ground, I pray the impact is enough to dislodge the part of me that wont give up.
I don't know what it's like to die, but i know what it is like to wish every day that i would die. Living like this isn't even living at all.