Dear you know who,
I’m so sorry. I didn’t tell my therapist I hurt myself. I didn’t even tell you that I’m so trapped in my own bubble that I’ll never break free. I don’t want to be such a burden on people. Every day I’m reminded that I’m unhelpful, stupid, and rude. I cry myself to sleep every night knowing that I have to suffer another day. Knowing I won’t fall asleep until my dark and demonic thoughts let me rest. They torment me day and night, awake or asleep. All this would go away if those even demons didn’t sow my mouth shut. I can never tell anyone. I can never trust them or have faith in them. They’ll just make me worse. The evils in me tell me they can’t help. They’ll only tell my whole family and make me some kind of crazy that my family talks about and hides from the world. I will never see the light at the end of the tunnel.
From, L
