It seems that when things are going alright, Hell steps in and hits me in the face. Bruising everywhere, lack of sleep for nights on end for things that no one but me knows about. My head busting with memories that make me sick upon thinking of them. Dreams that haunt me everyday as well as everynight, making it hard to sleep and hard to think at all. It makes me cry all the time thinking about them. Thinking about what goes on daily now...The hell that I live and and what Hell brought on. It hardly seems fair.
I do not wish to be harmful to anyone and I shall not proceed any further until I know that everything that I've done is no longer harmful to those that I care for. I do not wish to be a burdon to anyone any longer and if thats what I've become, I wish to be told, for I do not want to be that and I shall leave if thats what I'm to become. Thank you for reading and I hope that you're....alri