I wanna write you.

I wanna say so much.

But this threat of child abus3r still rings in my head. I fear anything I say will be used against me. I know it’s my paranoia – and I wish I could leave it at that.

But that nagging voice in the back of my head is saying “their gonna rat you out to the coppers”

Yeah my inner voice wished it lived in the 20s.

So I live in my silent hell. Not being able to let out my true feelings, fears and doubts.

Meh, what am I being so melodramatic about? I’m bipolar I’ll get over it quick right?

Yeah I didn’t think it worked that way either.