Unfortunately, although I have been away for some time, I am no better.
No better at all, in fact.
I've gotten much worse, and I'm so weak and tired and my mind is so full of hate. The thoughts never stop, now. And now, I have the option of going deeper. Bleeding more. Through the vein and I could finish it.
I haven't, maybe I won't. I'm not sure anymore.
All I know is that nothing can save me now. I think I've reached the darkest of it.

--Andria.