there is nothing left for me here, not anymore, and the pain is getting worse. i think it would be wise of me to leave soon; if i can do that, i may be able to escape from him. i'm going to have to cut myself off from everyone, i cannot leave them any way to find me-- if that happened, the consequences would be more horrific than i could imagine even in my wildest dreams. i'm going to have to change my appearance completely, change everything about myself, anything to stay hidden.
i'm going to have to, quite literally, kill myself.
i leave only one thing behind.
a single rose, left to remember.
xx