I’m going to explode. I have no one to tell anything to. I know there are people who want to help me, but I don’t want to burden them. I can feel the pressure inside of me building up. I’m going to reach for that razor soon I know it. I’m going to slash away at myself until I can breathe with ease. I’m suffocating under all these feelings right now. I promised two people, but I just need it so much right now.