Venting I have the rope.

[deadbutnotdead]

Today, my rope just came through the mail. My parents asked me about it, and all I told them was that it was for macrame and material for my project. They have no idea what I plan to do with it. I think I will do it soon. I feel as though I will never change, even as I've gone through professional help and taken countless medications. I am disgusted at myself for having lived this long, but I won't be soon. The world is better off without me, anyway. I hope they understand.