I am considering suicide. I don't know why, I honestly have a good life. I have a boyfriend who cares about me I think, and I have a stable job, and family…

But there's something wrong.

Something wrong with me.

It all started when I was born, I think. I went through foster homes, with my twin brother, each worse than the last. That's when it all started.

Now the void of… emptiness won't leave me alone.

Even when Dad adopted me, Owen, and Eloise, it was still there. Lurking.

I would get my feelings out through drawings.

But it wasn't enough.

I want it to stop.

And it's clear there's only one way to do that.