Chapter 42: Happy Pill
Once again, as if I hadn't learned my lesson, I thought medicine could cure everything. That it could finally fix me, or at least my brain.
Instead, all I felt was this strange sensation of living in a parallel universe.
A fragile kind of stability, a chemical numbness mistaken for peace, as if my life had been put on standby.
Chapter 41: Suicide letter
It's only natural that if a body lives longer than it was ever meant to it begins to rot.
Somehow, I've bought myself more time on this earth than I ever expected and the consequences are finally beginning to show.
Chapter 40: Medicine
Healers and medicine come in all shapes and forms.
I once believed I was the medicine, I never imagined I'd become the patient.
What good is studying tirelessly for the cure if I can't heal anything around me?
Now I wonder how many doctors it would take to mend my broken soul.
They've already decided I'm beyond saving.
They say knowledge is power, and the truth will set you free.
Now I understand why I feel so powerless inside the cage I built.
There’s a new sad love song that couldn’t describe any better how I feel.
This deep, hopeful, hurtful, dark and sweet way of loving you.
Stupid emotional obsessive little me.
Please promise you love me and let me believe you’ll never leave.
Chapter 39: Honeybee
Some months ago I wasn’t begging for a reason to live but for a reason not to die. When I least expected, your green eyes brought hope and purpose, and all of a sudden my goodbye letter had neither meaning nor reason to exist.