Angel | Sam
Are we sure our lives aren't being written by the same person? Except I get possessed by... a dimension, apparently. Or something like that. I don't even know.
The good will never outweigh the bad, not for me. Especially if my future comes true, but even if it doesn't. I made my peace with that a long time ago. Well. A couple months ago. The only thing that's kept me going is wanting to do as much good as I could before I end up in hell, but lately I'm feeling like I'm not capable of doing anything good anymore. Even before I got here and found out about my future. It feels more pointless than ever now.
I hadn't thought about the possibility that dying here would send me back home, though. I definitely can't risk that.
Sorry to burden you with my problems. I don't want to worry my friends any more than I already have. Buffy's seen me try to kill myself before, I feel terrible for reminding her of that.