It’s three days that I killed parts of myself. Parts of myself died, and I haven’t been able to get them back. I feel like I’m a shell of a person. So many bad things have happened to me. I want to be a whole, functioning, feeling person. I only know how to experience negative emotions, like hurt, pain, oppression, depression, anger, hate, and self-hate; I’m comfortable with it. I will forever regret the days I closed those doors.