December 26, 1998
I suppose I deserve this... In the past few months I have lied my way through life.
I've used every person who cared about me, and I have created a world that was never meant to exist for myself. I could try to argue that I did it for them, too, but we all know of that untruth.
And in the end, we have all lost…
I most certainly deserve this.
One look around my barren house is all it takes to feel the full weight of my mistakes.
The suitcase in my hand drops in sync with my first tear, and it doesn’t take long for the others to follow.
They cascade in steady streams down my paling cheeks, pooling together at my chin before dropping silently to the floor.
A sob rips through my chest and I am bitter, though not entirely surprised, when I hear the absolute hopelessness the sound is made of.
The rest of my body soon follows, caving in on itself until I become nothing more than a pile of shaking limbs on the floor of the loneliest home in the world.
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