November 9, 2011

Dear Diary,
A failure thus far, a lowly existence only carrying on because of its pitiful wish to not give up. I hold on to anything that grants me life. I dare not commit suicide because of its selfishness, knowing that if i do, everything everyone close to me has done for me will have been in vain. Committing this will bring about more harm than it will resolve anything.
I don't want to give up nor give in to anyone, i'll go on but in pain. she'll suffer, my arms will weaken, my body will disintegrate.