Bleah Briann Patterson. That's my name. For what it's worth.

this is not the kind of post they brought on board to write. I do assume they'll be glad with it's conclusion.

I haven't felt enough in such a very long time you see, I haven't felt it. I have not been okay in so long I couldn't keep count -- always thinking the light would be at the end of the tunnel to realize the walls were closing in and this wasn't a tunnel at all but i was buried alive and there was light. not for me, just an allotted amount of a breath and a painful end.

so here I am, pitiful and sad and ready for a boat load of anons telling me I'm pitiful and sad, well let me just say that I know. Maybe I am depressed or maybe I am just done. but i am done. God is the only confidant I have and I'm learning to be okay with that.

I am very much done with all of this.
This will be the last time you hear from me for awhile. At least here. I'll be at my home blog until the end of the summer, then I will disappear, and I'm happy to do so. Because I'm tired. And I'm done pretending to be something that I'm not and accepting this coffin.

So I bid you a adieu.