The only. Only reason I have not peeled my existence from the face of this earth and killed myself for whatever reason I’ve had in the past…the only reason I have not and will not ever….is my family. I can picture my friends going on without me, no problem. I know a couple would struggle at first but they’d get by… It’s knowing my mom would sit on the couch in the early hours of the morning drinking herself numb and crying her eyes out while going through old photos of me. It’s knowing my little sisters wouldn’t be able to understand why her sister did that to them, I could never do that to them. It’s knowing my brother would probably hate a lot more, it’s knowing my father might get careless at work and get caught in am accident….. I think it’s mostly my mom. Knowing how heart broken she’d be to have her baby gone from this word when she brought such light and beauty into it. It’s knowing that my mom would scream and tear at herself wondering where it went wrong and wondering why I never reached out to her. It’s knowing that I would not just be killing myself, I would be killing my mother and my family. The only reason…
