If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.
You came and talked to me. Just talked.
About basically nothing, really. But it got my mind off it all.
It made me smile, even though I had just been crying.
I didn't even think about taking out that knife again after you left either.
Thank you.
You had only come here because you needed to eat and wanted freakin' waffles.
You could have gotten food from upstairs but the waffles were down here with me.
Thank God for you wanting waffles, because that saved my life last night.
They're everywhere she goes. There's no escaping them. She's trapped in their hands and has no way to wriggle her way free from their grasp.
Everywhere she looks, she believes that they're there. They're going to hurt her. Even if she constantly looks over her shoulders, has someone with her for protection, or tries to make herself believe that they're truly not real, she's still scared. To her, they are there. She can hear them. She can almost feel them. She swears she sees them. They invade her mind and dreams. They are always there. And if she's ever really alone, she knows they'll try to kill her. They never fail to attempt an attack. Ar
Stop staring this way. Don't look at me.
Don't you know how rude it is to have your eyes glued to my body? How wretched and uncomfortable I feel when you're burning holes into me? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Questioning?
How can you do such a thing if you would hate this done to you?
Just mind your own business. Avert your gaze.
A quick glance doesn't hurt too bad but shooting that look at me is disgusting. It's painful.
I know what you're thinking. Stop it.
I don't want you looking me up and down trying to find a problem or thinking it's all fake.
Just leave me alone. Stop staring already! All of you!
Why do I have to be
It would be so easy. Too easy.
I'm too sick of it all. All I'd have to do is go down those steps and reach the kitchen.
Two ways are there, almost on a silver platter just for me. It's just the decision between pain and none.
I'm too used to pain, it wouldn't feel that bad. No one could save me that way either. Maybe the other could be back up?
Sure, there are people who would miss me but they would move on with time.
The question is: Can I? I'm so stuck and paralyzed that I couldn't move if I tried.
I couldn't move on like they could. This would be my way to.
It would be one of my few selfish decisions and don't I deserve to be selfish?
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