PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Hate this. All of it. They keep looking at me like I'm broken and I hate it. They want it fixed, but I don't know what needs to be fixed. It's hard to remember what it used to be like and it hurts to try and think about it and it gets so loud sometimes. I know I disappoint them. They pity me. I know they do. And I don't want to hate them for that. But I think part of me does.

I just want it over. No more. I don't want to die, except maybe I do, I just want it all gone. I feel like I'm just going to start screaming sometimes and not stop. Maybe it would be easier if he just came back. I didn't think so much. Owen's going to hate me for saying that.

Can anyone help me? I'm not sure where I am at the moment or what I'm even doing typing on this box. It's ridiculous that anyone would see it.

Will? Jack? Anyone.

This is silly...