I’ve seen the way you look, how your eyes linger in places they shouldn’t. You’ve always been curious, haven’t you? But curiosity leaving marks no one can see, but everyone feels. I’ve been through this before... once, twice. More, perhaps. Each time, silence was the only thing that kept the shadows at bay. So, think carefully before you speak, before you decide what to do with what you know. You might find the weight of it... suffocating. you better take this to the grave, cause you know... two guys, can keep a secret…If one of them is dead.

The noises are everywhere. Every little sound feels like it’s stabbing me. I’m about to lose it. People are talking. laughing. moving around. and it’s all just... TOO MUCH. My skin feels tight, and the anger... it’s building up. I'm close to screaming. to lashing out. it’s like I’m stuck in my own head. I can’t stand hearing these voices anymore. even the ones that are trying to help. I want to shove them away. To get away from everyone. I can’t think straight. Why can’t they just leave me alone?. It’s like they don’t get it. Every word. every laugh. every movement. Everything is just so... LOUD. It’s suffocating. I. CAN'T. BREATH.

"It’s like I’m stuck in a cycle, where I know I’m hurting myself, but I can’t stop. Every decision feels like a small cut, and the more I do it, the less I feel. It’s almost like I’m punishing myself without knowing why. I can see the damage, I can feel it, but it’s like I’ve become numb to it. I know I should stop, but something inside keeps pushing me to keep going. Maybe because, deep down, I feel like I deserve it."