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Even now as I sit alone, staring at what seems to be nothing I begin to wonder and I begin to think. Hearing your
voice over and over, repeaditly within the realms of my mind, I begin to wonder once again, and probably not for
the last time, I begin to question our relationship. This relationship that was so strong when ever we are side by
side, but as soon as you are gone and lost once again, it all ends, sending back into complete darkness. Knowing
that you are somewhere out there with little thought upon my soul, little knowing who I am, I wonder if I really
know you. Yes, I tell myself. I know you, but I fool myself into believing that you are the right one for me, the right
one who will save me from the empty void and deliver me from the light. But it doesn’t seem so, and it doesn’t
seem possible. Like as if there is nothing out there, nobody out there. Nothingness and darkness…just…nothing
. It’s clear that there is nobody, nobody after these long years, and so I’ll bury myself back into this darkness,
back into this long deep nothingness, this void of emptiness. I’ve been there before, seeing what is in store of my
future and what awaits in my future. But I will not actually give you this note, heather. I can only pretend, just like
I pretend everything. With a mask I can go from a lonely despair to a happy go lucky girl in just seconds. But
inside, every minute, every second, every moment of my life, something eats away at me, tearing away at my soul,
my innocence, my everything. And I will continue to search for the one who can save me, even though in the
farthest realms of my mind, such a person does not exist. But I can fool myself easily, using tactics of psychology.
Perhaps that is why I am so interested in that class, because it will help me learn to escape by ususing illusions
and lies. Lies, why am I so afraid of lies? Why do I cry even at the lightest of all white lies instead of being normal,
just like everybody else? Why must I be burdened with these problems of mine? Hmm…I have come to this
conclusion many times before, that I am an angel. A dark angel, sent to earth to take everybody’s sorrow into my
soul and die, leaving them all in peace. Is that why I so many times want to die, because I’ve collected too much
to handle and I need to release them to the heavens and save those here on earth? however, i find myself too
cowardly to do anything but hold in my hand a knife or a handfull of pills. i can not cut nor swallow nor do anything
to help me achieve my death but cry myself to sleep. But why me, it doesn’t seem fair. But when is anything ever
fair? Mm…heather. I was so hoping that it would be you that would save me, so much. But as my suspicions have
held, I am a lost cause and you already have too many problems to deal with me as well. Just like everybody else
who in this world that deals with me. I am a failure as an angel, one that only seems to cause others more
troubles. So is that the reason my death is a constant fight? Because god wants me to return, because he knows I
am only to cause trouble. Could that be the reason he once spoke to me, because he knew I needed to be lead
back and away from here and all of those I care about. Everywhere I tread, I carry in my heart this darkness that
never ceases to exist, heavy and cruel. However, at the same time, it is this nothingness. Today I looked upon my
arm and saw all of those beautiful marks, all scribbled in random manners and different directions. My favorites are
right along the upside of my wrist, those that are shaped like that of a knife slit. Even know I talk to you on the
phone all you can say is ‘get not depressed’ nothing that can possible help me and my mood. For a long time now,
i’ve struggled to know myself. I’ve told myself I have mood swings and that I have multiple personality disorder,
but the question is , knowing that more than likely I don’t, what am i? am I a monster, a beast, an angel, or a
psychopath? Everything in my life is a lie, from my over exaggerated pain from my past to my life that I face know.
I know it is selfish to kill yourself and hurt others that were connected with you in the process. Now I want to live,
then again I want to die. I want to live longer that everybody in the world so that nobody has to feel the pain of
losing me. I can take the pain of losing everything, I already feel that way. Although I wonder if I hurt this much,
then how much more will I suffer if that is to happen. As well I wish to die, to end the pain for myself and to also
end the pain I cause others. I don’t mean to hurt people with how I act and it seems like I don’t help anybody. But
it’s too late to die, to disappear. I’ve buried a place in people’s hearts and stolen too much that belongs to them.
But if I ever get the chance, I’ll be sure to go back into the past and stop my mom from ever getting pregnant with
me. I have a tendency to hurt so many people around me and I ate it, failure angel. But I guess I can try to make
everything right by wearing this mask and doing my best. I’ve promised myself before that I will kill myself, the set
date being this upcoming july 23. and that is only if I can’t turn into this girl that I call ‘Catelina’. This was to be my original name, the name of a perfect child, the name of who I wish to become. However, my psycho personality
only reflects the opposite. If only there was a way to completely change, and I will ork at it, although I wonder
because last july I told myself I would do this, and obviously it didn’t work. But I guess that it shouldn’t stop me
now. However, by tonight I will be Jessica again, stupid girl with no purpous with only this letter to remind myself
of who I really am. So I ask myself and the whole world, what is wrong with me? What am i? what should I do?
voice over and over, repeaditly within the realms of my mind, I begin to wonder once again, and probably not for
the last time, I begin to question our relationship. This relationship that was so strong when ever we are side by
side, but as soon as you are gone and lost once again, it all ends, sending back into complete darkness. Knowing
that you are somewhere out there with little thought upon my soul, little knowing who I am, I wonder if I really
know you. Yes, I tell myself. I know you, but I fool myself into believing that you are the right one for me, the right
one who will save me from the empty void and deliver me from the light. But it doesn’t seem so, and it doesn’t
seem possible. Like as if there is nothing out there, nobody out there. Nothingness and darkness…just…nothing
. It’s clear that there is nobody, nobody after these long years, and so I’ll bury myself back into this darkness,
back into this long deep nothingness, this void of emptiness. I’ve been there before, seeing what is in store of my
future and what awaits in my future. But I will not actually give you this note, heather. I can only pretend, just like
I pretend everything. With a mask I can go from a lonely despair to a happy go lucky girl in just seconds. But
inside, every minute, every second, every moment of my life, something eats away at me, tearing away at my soul,
my innocence, my everything. And I will continue to search for the one who can save me, even though in the
farthest realms of my mind, such a person does not exist. But I can fool myself easily, using tactics of psychology.
Perhaps that is why I am so interested in that class, because it will help me learn to escape by ususing illusions
and lies. Lies, why am I so afraid of lies? Why do I cry even at the lightest of all white lies instead of being normal,
just like everybody else? Why must I be burdened with these problems of mine? Hmm…I have come to this
conclusion many times before, that I am an angel. A dark angel, sent to earth to take everybody’s sorrow into my
soul and die, leaving them all in peace. Is that why I so many times want to die, because I’ve collected too much
to handle and I need to release them to the heavens and save those here on earth? however, i find myself too
cowardly to do anything but hold in my hand a knife or a handfull of pills. i can not cut nor swallow nor do anything
to help me achieve my death but cry myself to sleep. But why me, it doesn’t seem fair. But when is anything ever
fair? Mm…heather. I was so hoping that it would be you that would save me, so much. But as my suspicions have
held, I am a lost cause and you already have too many problems to deal with me as well. Just like everybody else
who in this world that deals with me. I am a failure as an angel, one that only seems to cause others more
troubles. So is that the reason my death is a constant fight? Because god wants me to return, because he knows I
am only to cause trouble. Could that be the reason he once spoke to me, because he knew I needed to be lead
back and away from here and all of those I care about. Everywhere I tread, I carry in my heart this darkness that
never ceases to exist, heavy and cruel. However, at the same time, it is this nothingness. Today I looked upon my
arm and saw all of those beautiful marks, all scribbled in random manners and different directions. My favorites are
right along the upside of my wrist, those that are shaped like that of a knife slit. Even know I talk to you on the
phone all you can say is ‘get not depressed’ nothing that can possible help me and my mood. For a long time now,
i’ve struggled to know myself. I’ve told myself I have mood swings and that I have multiple personality disorder,
but the question is , knowing that more than likely I don’t, what am i? am I a monster, a beast, an angel, or a
psychopath? Everything in my life is a lie, from my over exaggerated pain from my past to my life that I face know.
I know it is selfish to kill yourself and hurt others that were connected with you in the process. Now I want to live,
then again I want to die. I want to live longer that everybody in the world so that nobody has to feel the pain of
losing me. I can take the pain of losing everything, I already feel that way. Although I wonder if I hurt this much,
then how much more will I suffer if that is to happen. As well I wish to die, to end the pain for myself and to also
end the pain I cause others. I don’t mean to hurt people with how I act and it seems like I don’t help anybody. But
it’s too late to die, to disappear. I’ve buried a place in people’s hearts and stolen too much that belongs to them.
But if I ever get the chance, I’ll be sure to go back into the past and stop my mom from ever getting pregnant with
me. I have a tendency to hurt so many people around me and I ate it, failure angel. But I guess I can try to make
everything right by wearing this mask and doing my best. I’ve promised myself before that I will kill myself, the set
date being this upcoming july 23. and that is only if I can’t turn into this girl that I call ‘Catelina’. This was to be my original name, the name of a perfect child, the name of who I wish to become. However, my psycho personality
only reflects the opposite. If only there was a way to completely change, and I will ork at it, although I wonder
because last july I told myself I would do this, and obviously it didn’t work. But I guess that it shouldn’t stop me
now. However, by tonight I will be Jessica again, stupid girl with no purpous with only this letter to remind myself
of who I really am. So I ask myself and the whole world, what is wrong with me? What am i? what should I do?
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