...things.

i have to agree with nny, i can feel the things pressing at my mind sometimes, trying to get in. they have voices...my father, my family, my brother, aaron, jon. a lot of hurt in those voices. screaming at me everything that cuts me. i'm doing okay, i swear. it just feels sometimes as though the walls are straining and i worry that these things will break in and have full run of my mind. i think that would kill me. not that anyone notices. i am fine at school, always. i am the support network and what would we do if the support network failed? so i am okay. i know that i'm typing to a lifeless screen because i know that no one reads this anymore. maybe that's a good thing, now i can say what i feel without worrying anyone.
fuck.