SkyTara

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Tôi...

Thực sự cần ai đó...

I'm afraid to go back there...

I feel sad when I think about that place...

Despair just kept overwhelming me...

I even found it difficult to breathe...

I tried to be okay, but then I started crying again.

Call me so I can witness another act of domestic violence.

I don't know what I should be thinking anymore...

I wish I had never been born...

I wish I could rely on my family at times like these... But no, something happened to my family and they had no choice but to rely on me.

I have to be strong, but I'm so tired.

I was so tired that even crying made my chest ache.

I'm tired.

I am the child of a parent with anxiety disorder and a parent with schizophrenia. I am the grandchild of a patient with post-traumatic stress disorder and a patient with depression. I want to put an end to the psychological pain that has been passed down through generations...

I don't have the strength to disappear again, like I did then. I don't have the strength to push everyone away. I don't have the strength to hang up the phone.

I love them.

When I want to die, the faces of my loved ones appear before me.

It would be terrible if they received news that I was dead after everything I'd been through with them.

It's terrible to know that someone important to you has died. I know.

It's terrible for the people who say they love me to hear that I committed suicide.

It's terrible for the people who are still alive.

It would be selfish of me to have intervened with them, and then disappear without saying a word.

It would be selfish of me.

Everything is just like work, including my relationships. Interact with them and suppress these dark emotions.

Why wasn't I the one who died, but someone else?

What have I done for anyone...?

It's too much for anyone to endure with me...

I don't want to drag anyone into this abyss...

I'm too distraught to think anymore. After finishing the deadline, I lay down, stared at the ceiling, and cried.

I wasn't even home long enough to wash the pillowcases, and the bloodstain was still there.

I'm tired. I want to lean on someone.

I'm really tired...

I'm so exhausted that I don't dare publicly reveal SkyTara, or the fact that I'm spiraling downwards like this.