I apologise for the lack of… anything from me.
Lately, all that’s been on my mind is the Nordic trip, then returning home to my exams… and so much more importantly, to my first real experience of heart break.
I think I should get an award for the world’s best psychotic ex-girlfriend. Even after the break-up, I gave everything for him and allowed myself to be destroyed to save another.
Right now I’m tasting the cold metal of the razor’s edge and enjoying the suspended sort of half-life you live on it.
You can’t really understand it if you weren’t a part of this fucked-up mess, but know that it’s been one of the most extreme times of my life. It’s showed me the value of friendship, it’s shown me how far I’d go for someone I care about, it’s torn me apart. Trust me to end up with more than just the usual case of teenage heartbreak.
I am wanted dead but I am fighting tooth and claw to keep this life, after everything I’ve done to get this far. Despite that, for someone to wish me dead with such fierce passion hurts like nothing else on this earth…
I’ll be fine.
E.Maree
xoxo