I’ll admit that I’m suck, and I been this way for a long time. I truly need to get a therapist, and not because my family (older sister) says I have to.
I’m suck at a folk in the road. One road leads to death. Another leads to finally cracked and hurting the ones who raised me. Another leads a hole of emptiness and sorrow. But the last one leads to happiness. But the chains of the past won’t let me near happiness.
Who I really am hurts the people I was raised by, why. I have to get better or it will get worse. I’ve gotten bigger because of me feeling suck. I feel empty and wanting to fill that hole. I can barely remember who I am because of all the pain. I need to end this so I can move forward.