Anybody will do. I feel like I’m dying inside. The pain is excruciating, it’s all the time.
I can’t stop thinking about it. The idea of it. The reality it has turn into. It’s so painful, somebody should just stab me right now.

I deserve this. I asked for it. I am to blame but it’s done already right? Is this really the end already?
I didn’t mean it. I don’t want it to happen but it did and now I am dying because of it. Worst still when I have to pretend like nothing happen.
I am in pain, I am in pain. p.a.i.n.

It’s killing me inside. Really killing me inside.

I only ask for one more chance. Just one more. I can put up with anything, for real this time if a chance is given to me.
I don’t want to feel this way, I don’t want to feel this pain, not ever again. It really hurt deep deep inside. It’s as though someone used a knife and stab me and then it’s stab into me again, deeper than the first and it just go on and on and on, like there will be no stop to it.

I’m scared, damn scared of what lies before me now. I have no idea what is my direction, just a dead soul with a living body living the day, like a robot, oblivious to emotions because only one emotion exist right now. & it’s at this time, I would rather much of be a toy because at least I’m loved.

It’s as though the whole world turned collapse right me and what’s left is coldness and lost of direction. My punishment.
Someone, save me.

Priscilia is dying.