I just can’t do this anymore. The wa||s are cl🅾️sing in, every breath feels like fire, every heartbeat a hammer smāsh¡nnq my chest. They’ve all hated me. Always. My parents, my so-called "friends" the world, it’s all screaming that I don’t deserve a place here. |'ve been reject³d since | was a ch◇ld, aband🅾️ned, invisible, despis3d. And now, it’s crushing me. I’m dr0wning in it, every mem🅾️ry a blade twisting inside me.
I collapse to the fl🅾️🅾️r, sh//@king, as I stare at the tiny b○tt/e of pi||s in my hands. My last attempt was my ○nly way t○ silence the cha○s. But even the thought of $wa||ow¡nq them makes my stoma☪️h churn and |’m t●● awake, t○○ a|ive in this terror. I wrap myself in a blanket, clutching it like it cou|d pr◇te☪️t me, but the darkne$$ seeps through everything.
| h⁴te mγse|f. |’ve ālwæγs hāt3d mγself. Evəry reflecti¤n, e'very th🅾️ught, everγ failůre, and they scream thąt |'m w●rth|3ss. W●r'th|3ss. Worth!3$$. And yet… even in this aby$s, there’s a flicker. It's a tiny, imp☆ssible spark that whispers, maybe… Maybe there isn't a "tomorrow"...
Alexandra (Mother of the Believers)
Alexandra (Mother of the Believers)
I can’t…
I just can’t do this anymore. The wa||s are cl🅾️sing in, every breath feels like fire, every heartbeat a hammer smāsh¡nnq my chest. They’ve all hated me. Always. My parents, my so-called "friends" the world, it’s all screaming that I don’t deserve a place here. |'ve been reject³d since | was a ch◇ld, aband🅾️ned, invisible, despis3d. And now, it’s crushing me. I’m dr0wning in it, every mem🅾️ry a blade twisting inside me.
I collapse to the fl🅾️🅾️r, sh//@king, as I stare at the tiny b○tt/e of pi||s in my hands. My last attempt was my ○nly way t○ silence the cha○s. But even the thought of $wa||ow¡nq them makes my stoma☪️h churn and |’m t●● awake, t○○ a|ive in this terror. I wrap myself in a blanket, clutching it like it cou|d pr◇te☪️t me, but the darkne$$ seeps through everything.
| h⁴te mγse|f. |’ve ālwæγs hāt3d mγself. Evəry reflecti¤n, e'very th🅾️ught, everγ failůre, and they scream thąt |'m w●rth|3ss. W●r'th|3ss. Worth!3$$. And yet… even in this aby$s, there’s a flicker. It's a tiny, imp☆ssible spark that whispers, maybe… Maybe there isn't a "tomorrow"...
|'m g○nn⁴ sṭâ🅱️ m`γs3|f r`qqqht now, Thΐś i§ mÿ |a£t w°rds...
- Last words from Alexandra before I wi|| see ya in heaven 🔪🩸
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