I'm alive!
Once again being virtually isolated is taking a toll on my mental wellbeing :). I no longer have anyone that I can have friendship with without fearing that they will go behind my back and leave or kill me. Trusting is hard when IRL if people find out my identity the whole leave or kill thing will actually happen to me.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQevwXMmug
I have not written in forever. I want to write again to take my mind off of the mental pain, but I don't have the passion for it anymore. I keep striving for the best that when I'm not good at it, I immediately scrap it. I hate it.
It's not good denying who you are. Please trust me, even though I know no one is reading this. It's hell on earth. I decide to live out a lie rather than the truth because if I don't it's my life on the line- and I want to help people first. At least have some sort of continuous money flow so I can give to others who need it. Buy a big ass land that can have farm on it , build houses and just make a tiny village populated by homeless people.
I don't know. I feel like something sharp and disgusting stabbing through my back from my heart, but I also feel like pulsating goo clings to my skin and if I try to remove them all they do is rip out my skin.
God help me. I only have You now.
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