Hannah

She’s breaking. She’s breaking at the fucking crack, and sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of depression. It’s all too much. She can’t handle it for much longer. She’s snapping. She doesn’t want to snap, but she can’t stop it anymore. It just happens. She is snapping like a stick under someones foot. Everything that has happened in her life has led to this point. She is me; I am Hannah, and this is my life. Welcome, the exit is over there. You’ll probably want to leave soon like everyone else. I hope you enjoy your stay, and can get out of here sane unlike me.