- D I A R Y E N T R Y # 4 -
11.12.16 // 2:54 a.m.
I am sitting here by myself in the comfortable space of my room. It's the only place that holds all my secrets, the only place where I don't have to be a liar. My hands are shaking as I write, my leg is bouncing up and down as another bead of sweat rolls down my face.
It's my insomnia. It's the only companion that won't quit on me, no matter how much I wish it would. Insomnia haunts my nights. Every. Single. Night. Come the hours of darkness that tick away slowly, my mind lights up with pictures from my past, it lights up with things that could only be described as danger and destruction.
I am dangerous.
After all, I am the one who has to live with innocent blood on my hands. I am the one who has to live in fear for the rest of my lif
