This is not an apology. This is not a cry for help. This is me. Living.

[tamsin_anne]

Yes. I am down. I am dark, and I am down.

I painted my toenails black.

I snipped my hair.

I am writing a scathing letter to the hateful beast my mother.

I will not send it. But I wish she knew.

I am down, down, in the pits of down.

It's strange being here again.

Everything is so vivid and so alive.

I feel so strongly.

I hate.

The darkness is beautiful, I embrace it.

Fear is gone.

And my hand reaches up, out, to be pulled into the sun.