It's eating me, the words, the lies that I brewed. I wasn't cut out for this, lying with a straight face, careful selection of words.
I had to do it. I had to exhaust all means necessary before I let it go. If the endgame is negative, atleast i wont have to add another what if in my life.
I feel like a criminal who lost the ability to sleep at night. Always haunted by the fear of getting caught. Eyes in constant alertness to every movement, scanning everyone in the room.
Every moment was a threat.
I am stuck in paranoia of my own making.
But If Abby can be a monster, so can I.
