Diana

forty-nine.

dear friend,

i dont know who among you will read this

but i think its about time, i see myself several times its absurd.

sometimes i see myself faraway on the other side of road, staring right through me

it scares me.

i think there are others living inside me. monsters perhaps.

or maybe nice people.

i dont know i am confused.

i shouldn't have killed him but it wasn't even me, i wasnt the one i can never commit a crime so horrible. i am seeking answers but how will i ever know? am i crazy?

people get often confused about listening to their heart or brain. but i have four different decisions they'll haunt me forever wanting me to obey them. my head is pounding i should probably stop.