Update! Next chap will be the last... Please review if possible! -Sophie x
32.10.14
Dear Diary,
I drank my sorrows away again last night. I didn't know what to do. There was this little voice in my mind saying that I wasn't needed anymore, that I wasn't wanted, that I'd be better off dead. I fought it, I fought it all I could but I didn't escape unharmed. Once again, my wrists are scarred and I'm having to cover them from my colleagues.
Grace is with Sam's mother, Audrey for the time being, until I feel I can cope again.
If I feel like I can cope again, because I don't think I ever will at this rate. I'm on a hill and I'm slowly falling down, down, down.
There's no point asking for help, I know I won't get it. There's no point, if they don't want me here anyway.
Yours, Connie.
(P.S- I just have to decide between two names for you know. Which would suit you most?)
