I feel like I have to update…

Nothing has happened. I keep just, feeling confined lately. Like I have to hid my true emotions from everybody. When I let anger out vocally, everybody slys away from me, like I’m a beast. I am a beast though, the only mirror I see is the one in my head, the fun house mirror. My distorted image, thick, ugly, despised. Nobody ever wants to listen to me, to how I feel. If I let a hint of my truth escape my lips, it’s regretted. And so I wish to turn to SI. I can’t though, it’s been a month now, and I can’t go back without losing everything… my only escape now, is staying up late enough to let the thoughts haunt me. Then, I lay in bed, and sleep it off. One day, the sleep may not be enough… Not when everything I do is bottled. I just wish my parents would hurry and call for my therapist, before it’s too late.

Breathe… time for sleep to wash over me once more.