Just another day of silent suffering. Talking about it would only cause more pain than it prevents. It's better if some things are just not said.

Last night I waited for death, waited for the disease that I'm sure will end my life, waited for the insane maniac to come and murder me. I want to die, but if I were to, for some reason I want it to be something that in no way could I back out. Once you start dying you suddenly seem to appreciate life.. I can't seem to do that while healthy.