Please excuse me for a while. I don't want to talk. I don't want to talk with anyone, not about anything. I missed yesterday completely, without warning. I'm still here, though. I'm safe.
I know I'm supposed to fight the urge to cut myself off, but I've been feeling the pressure now more than ever. I think it's built up, and I need to let it seep out by indulging a little. I just don't want to force myself to bottle it in any further.
It's been nearly 4 months since I started writing Tell Her Before I Die. I've gained many great supporters and empathizers. I'm glad that they're reading and responding, sure, but I haven't seen a single word from you. I'll keep telling myself that you'll read this and that I should keep writing, but another day.
I'm sorry.
