I Feel Like Dying; Excerpts From a Lunatic’s Journal (2)


I have torn at my hair a little more than I should in the past hour, desperately attempting to pluck each thought from my head. My braids are in a bundled mess.

I winced in pain when my hand successfully yanked out a loose braid, ripping out a chunk of my hair along with it. At least, I got something right.

My mind constantly runs ahead of me and I feel powerless to stop it. It wages war against my soul and losing seems like the only option available to me. And these knives on my bed? I need them and they need me.

I have not stepped out in months. My soul, I mean. My soul has not stepped out in months. My outsides? Perfect.

I often wonder what the other side of life looks like. Today I want to find out.

I know I’m crazy. I mean, who wants to die so much that they are already dead on the inside?

Lunatic” is what Law calls me.

Same difference.

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Hi there! I'm Rachel. I am a Lawyer, Blogger, Booktuber and Mental Heath Advocate. I am Passionate About Life's Amazing Lessons, Books, Psychology, New Discoveries And Everything In Between! ♥️

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