Alone

As of today, I have one year left to live. Four seasons. I will keep working hard to get myself together and to recover. I will do my best every day and I will not give up. Because I know how much time is left. If, after a year, I see that nothing has changed and the maximum effort is still not enough, then I will end the further suffering. To live in constant pain is a constant waiting and yearning for the end to come, but also a constant hope that discourages suicide. So, dear hope, I'll give you one more year. I wanted to "officially" write it down somewhere as a confirmation of the weight of my decision.

— Fria

I am not “sad” either!

everything comes at once. Sometimes we thing we cant escape from reality. those feelings are just in our heads doing they’re thing to slowly turn us dark