AnaNOS

i'm sorry, but we can't talk. not now, not ever. because i may say something i'll regret later. because i may make you feel very uncomfortable. because i may just stop breathing for the rest of the day. because i may upset you and you'll run away forever. i hope you understand i'm only doing this for your own good. it's not really for me. i can just feel it. and it's not good. my throat tenses up. my head throbs around. my fingertips stop feeling. i'll stop wishing i were here and start wishing i were in the ground. six and a half feet under would be much better than speaking out loud. silence escapes my lips as