I don’t know how much longer I can keep up these lies. I tell everyone I’m fine and I’m okay but I’m not. So much has happened to me in three years I don’t even know who I am anymore with all this pretending. I wish I could get help. I might snap soon. Honestly that would be best. I’m done letting people use me. I’ll show them who I am. When I’m done with them then it’s my turn. My fate will be complete. I’m prepared to take them down with me. I mean it’s what I was born for and I can’t wait. Maybe I need more help than I thought. But this. This will be the end of it all.