If this is a timeline of whenever we fight you would see that it happens once every few months. Some say this is normal other will say it is not normal. Some will blame it on her some will blame it on me. She will blame it on her time of the month and I will blame it on my mood elevations.
I am dressed smartly today. I will go sit on the bench and stare into the heads. I will watch The Nieuw Holland sail through.
Do I own this life to take it? If i don't take it who will?
Why is my condition not looked at with prevalence. Am I not suffering just as you are? Why can't you not do what you do on the back of what is happening inside me?
Maybe because mines isn't diagnosed or is mines just a joke condition that isn't taken seriously. Maybe I should go get a paper from the men in white coats to prove to you that I have what I have and I am not lying or exaggerating or making assumptions or being passive aggressive or playing the victim or speaking with tone or being rude or being condescending or making you feel like little or making you feel like a maid or doing little things that you think other wise or anything else I have missed. Maybe with a paper from them you will understand the seriousness of this.
Or maybe when its all gone you will notice then. Maybe when good is gone you will realise what you had.
Always that about this place for many years but have kept it at bay. I have never been there as I am scared I will not return. I heard it calls your name when you are there for those that feel the way I do. I have been told these voices are of those that have left from there. I have been told there are letters engraved into the seats, walls and tables there of their last words.
I have been told that there is something creepy about that place but I have never been. I have been too scared. But now I ask what am i scared of?
Whatever will be, will be.
I am inevitable...
