I've waited long enough and now its almost time. I've been going to a counselor for a while but now its time to end the sessions. Today I can finally tell someone how I feel and that means that I will carry through with my death. There were only two people who I've wanted to see ever. They are now afraid of me. They are afraid of me when I kiss them even though I kissed them all they're lives. They shiver when I touch them even though I've played with them they're whole lives. I feel like an abuser to them though I've never hurt them. All I wanted was to spend as much time with them so I can remember them before I die. But now I'm a threat to them. If I have become a threat then its time to go. This may be my last week alive.