I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again..Am suffering from suicidal ideation. The thought of ending my life suddenly feels like the only option. It's frequent and becoming obsessive. Why? I have no idea too.

Maybe it's from the pressure am getting from my family. "You have to do this","you are to live like this","you have to be like Hannah". Am basically fulfilling their dreams. Am living the life they always...