Emotional Breakdown
...life ever get better? Now there are tears running down my face. I can’t handle it any more. Not the nightmares. Not reality. But you tell me that I just need to give the gun to you. This isn’t how it was suppose to be. I wasn’t supposed to cry. You aren’t supposed to love me. No one is supposed to love me. I wrote you a letter telling you to forget about everything that you felt for me, and forget that I ever existed. And that you would soon realize how much better off the world is with out me. You weren’t supposed to come home early, and sure as hell weren’t suppose to try and stop me. I was supposed to go peacefully, but just like the rest of my life it didn’t work out like I planned. I can’t hold it in any longer. I just can’t take it. You ask why I would want to hurt everyone like this. I feel the blood rushing to my head as I scream “Everyone? Who? My friends? I have no friends. My family? My family doses nothing but deceive me. Who else is therefore me to hurt?” I see all the pain in your eyes. Your voice is now cracking as you try to keep your composure because you know I would rather die than to be hurt by love again. But yo...