Done.
Right now, I am on a mental ledge. I am too comfortable with the idea of just falling. Giving up everything. Everyone. Could I really be this weak? Letting the few I hold close have enough of me to break me? No. I refuse. I can’t deal with this constant stress I feel. I have to worry about all of my little siblings (while dealing with my lack of ability to be a compassionate big sister), my family (both biological and foster.), my friends, and terrible relationship skills.
There is nothing about myself that I tolerate. I cannot stand every moment that passes. I have nothing to offer this world. I hope people will find themselves in tears when they hear of my passing.
Several people brought me to this point. I am sorry to admit that truth.
