I am sick of the emotional black mail being thrown at me from all fucking sides, you can't keep doing this to me. It's fucking twisted. You mention our things. The happy things. You cut me deep each time. I'm hurting, you idiot. You don't seem to care. I never meant to do this. I never meant to be this way. He pushed me. Why don't you see that? Have you yet seen me sober to do so?
I'M NOT READY.
"I walked along the slimey stones that edge the pit. Where the shadow men lie fingering old bones. Licking parched, cracked lips, While the fox fire light their evil faces. The boy with the golden mask pushed me in. And left me there as a gift."
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