I spent my time doing the things that l enjoyed and wanted to do. I did my best to hide the depression I was pressing down trying to hide what could happen from everyone else. I wrote the things that I wanted to say to the ones I love and collected what I needed for the near future. Four letters sat on my desk waiting. I wanted everyone to know that it wasn't their fault but I couldn't let go of the rope without them knowing and let them keep pulling. They had to know why I did what I did.
The dark mass of my head is pulling my under driving me insane
I slowly one last letter addressed to Arabella this is the one with the most thought and I couldn't let it go to waste, I sat there waiting for the words to come to me everything is sitting in my room perfectly still and I can't help but think is this gonna be the last memory of me, will anyone notice? I finish Ara's letter and lay the letters out.
Grabbing my small case of meds and water I mind fully taking each one thinking, "am I doing the right thing?" I don't know what to do as things take course but my mind is racing with thoughts.