By this time next month, if you don't hear from me, I probably have committed suicide. I'm not proud of doing this. But I'm just so damn tired of all the bs that's been going on. It's just a vicious cycle, going on and on and on- it's driving me mad. I don't eat as much. I can't sleep and I get nightmares when I do. I always feel a rope tightening around my neck. I puke in the bath room and one second, I see blood then gone in the next. I hear voices taunting me. It's all just terrifying. I just want to know peace. I'm so, so tired. For how long do I need to fight? When will I see the "grand design" of all of this? Hope? I already lost that a long time ago. The only reason that I keep pushing on is the tought of my family starving to death before this damn project is finished or, at least, blows over. But now, I'm afraid it's not enough. Not anymore. I was drowning before, but I still had my face above the water. Now, I had my head submerged for quite some time. I don't know until when do I have the will to hold my breath. I won't even ask you to pray for me. Pray, instead, for family to find peace after I'm gone.













