The freshly fallen, colourful leaves are crunching under my feet while I walk the small path between the trees, holding the synthetic leather leash rolled up in my right hand, letting my gaze wander a...

Why are you doing this? You stupid prat, stop it! ... do you think this is funny? Believe me, it's not! Damn, you're such an idiot! What's your problem?

CN: Depressed Thoughts, Suicide I can't take this anymore. I'm so cold. I'm crouching on my bed, huddled up. Shaking. My blanket doesn't warm me. The only warmth that I feel comes from the tears whi...