Behind the mask of a blackstar

its normal to talk to your self,I am quite sure everyone does it. don't they?

chapter I: the mad house and the echo

A day like any other, and as always am looking for someone to talk to. Life has never been more pitiful, But with nothing to do I site here knitting like an ignorant  old woman. Staring at  a screen portraying others with better lives than I. I think back to the days when I could no longer handle the voices in my head, the days when life seemed like a big waist of time, and space. those days I didn't care about what others thought of me. My sister called be "the black shadow",the days when the entire world seemed to be about me,myself and I. There is one day in particular that I remember... 

" jump if you want its not like any one would care", but if I jump now what would happen to my sister? " she doesn't care about you remember that night.." their I laid on the bathroom floor bathed in my own tears, repeatedly saying,..."its not my fault, its not my fau..., or have you forgotten so quickly, if so let me enlighten you". no please don't I cant take it, ok,... I'll jump, I'll jump please just don't.

Author's Note

give me your honest opinion.