andiecrafts

I have spent the past few days feeling completely depressed. I have even begun slashing again. But what amazes and scares me at the same time is my newly developed ability of hiding this depression. I have managed to journey head on throughout the past few days with a smile on my face, despite the presence of a wound, perhaps a hole, in my heart. Perhaps I am slowly morphing into an introvert being. A possibility, welcome as it may sound, which scares me to my very bones. After all, becoming a more shelled-up individual might just be the final ingredient to the completion of my demise. But anyway, who would care, right? I mean, if I managed to go through with it, everyone out there will just take me for another nutcase. In my case, a final act of self-sacrifice through suicide will only give more justice to the equation substituting my entire persona with insanity.