I wish the people I cared about understood this. The smart ones took off and left me. Everyone still here thinks that they can save me somehow. No one can save me. I'm like a damn A-bomb and they need to get the hell out of the blast radius. Radiation will still hit them but at least they won't go down with me.
I'm tired of a lot of things, one of those things: Putting on a mask around people. I care about them, and they're not stupid; they know I hurt; but I can't let them see me how I really am. Not even my fiance's seen it and he sees the most of them all. If no one was around, I could finally let go. Give into the will that drives me downward. Just let go. But they have to let go of me first. Why can't they just let me fall? I'm not worth their happiness or their peace of mind. I'm not worthy.