About a month ago my parents found me laying in my own pool of blood. They managed to convince the hospital staff that it was just an accident. They made move in with them soon after.
I loved them very much.
But they don’t understand how much I suffer every day. It is so painful to exist. I wish they would just let me go, and know everything is going to alright. I want to go. That’s all I want.
It’s kills me to know that this is the last time I’ll be able to kiss my mother and hug my father. I hope they know how much I love them.
Tomorrow while they gone, I’m going to finish what I started. I Know that I’m a monster. I don’t want pity. Because deep down, I deserve this. I did this to myself. We make our own hell.