sweetnepenthe

made up my mind. i'm going. getting some help. i may or may not have internet connection where i'm going. and i know in my heart that i'm probably not going to get any better. but at least will be able to say i tried.
i feel like a fool for hearing what everyone has to say, but not really listening. but i looked in the mirror and all i saw was a disgusting, diseased, addicted whore. i was never much of a fan of mirrors. for anyone who has ever seen my apartment, the only mirrors i have are covered with graffiti. but what i saw in the mirror made me realize how disgusting i am. and that i need to at least TRY to do something about it.

no more drugs. no more alcohol abuse. i can never say i'll stop drinking, but i can stop abusing it. no more self mutilation. no more skipping medication. no more hopeless romanticism. NO MORE. i'm leaving. to better myself in order to better other people.

if for any reason you would like to get a hold of me, i can't guarantee i can get online much, if at all. but message me if you want my phone number. i hate talking on the phone. with a passion. really, i do. but i'm a mad texting whore.

i might not be finishing school. graduation is february 1st. i can't show my face in public right now.

goodbye my lovelies. i will hurry back, i promise.

<3

~Nichelle~