I thought returning to this black hole would be a bad thing. Instead, it feels like I deserve it. Like I am supposed to be here, with my demons, waiting to die.
Returning to darkness was inevitable. I’m back to faking, hoping my family won’t guess. I’m keeping it all in, like I should have done from the start, because I was always doomed to this. Always. There is no escape from your demons. I am weak, like an acquaintance on Facebook said. He is right. Weak, selfish, and deserving to die.
It’s a good job I will be dead soon.