Venting I'm not really killing myself...

[EvilStepSister]

SN ordered yesterday. It's the fifth bottle I've ordered in two years and, if it arrives, it will be the fourth bottle I've had in my hands. And the last time. No more after this.

But I'm not killing myself. I'm killing the wretched inner child who's always made my life unlivable. I'm just the body that's going to happen to die. Boy, that sounds as crazy as I feel!

I'm tired of being scared, alone, abandoned, disappointed, forgotten, etc. My dreams will never come true because they're not meant to. I've always known that; I think I'm finally at peace with it though.

Hurry up, Mr. Postman!!

 

[0siris]

What happened to all the bottles?

 

[FuneralCry]

Living really is so painful and I understand that it is hard to carry on when you are so tired. I'm sorry that it has come to this point. I wish you relief from suffering.

 

[EvilStepSister]

What happened to all the bottles?

I voluntarily got rid of them... to get better...