Three words. many meanings but true to my word. I love you.
Do you ever wonder, what it would be like to die? This whole fascination with death seems unruly and sort of... crazy, correct? But if you could trade places with me for only five minutes, you'd understand why this life that I live is something that is the one thing that is holding me back from flying.
The seven different people who were in the lounge area with me, stared at the girl in orange hair, argue and yell at her parents but the thing that caught my attention was seeing her heartbreak because I knew exactly how she felt and when she felt it.
The one thing we know is that whatever our salvation from keeping us from bubbling over the top, from keeping us from exploding is not something most people resort too. I wish people would understand and I wish that they wouldn't get mad or angry or disappointed in people for using any sort of self harm on them from helping them. I mean, it's not like it's their body, right?
We want people to worry about us but when we do, we push them away.
I guess maybe you're wondering who I am and why I'm here. But the question is why must you know my name -- to know my story. My name is Taylor York and I've been in this mental instituation for about 3 and a half years.
If you understand at this point, the need to die then you must understand that I am also a living being with feelings and emotions. But for me, things were not as easy as for me. If you could have a conversation with me for an hour, you'd understand and see that I do not look crazy but my thoughts and actions are magnitized.
If you don't understand thus far, then you must understand why I cannot tell you my story. And if you cannot understand my silence, then you will not understand my words.