Entry 17

I can hardly move.

I have no motivation, no energy.

I'm hungry, but I don't have the strength to eat. I don't want to eat. This hurts too much. I want to not be.

I'm not brave enough for suicide, I know. I'm too tired to try. No. I want to stop existing.

Just slip away into nothing. No love. No pain. No dancing. No tiredness. No Sonic. No Amy. No no no.

Let it all go…

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