I can’t do this much longer. If you don’t give back the phone I’ll go insane. I can’t. I can’t. Haha. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Please. I beg of you. My “lord.” My “ruler.” Give me back my soul. Give me back my escape. Give me back my heart. Give me back the thing i love. Let me escape this cruel reality. You want me to die? You want me to slowly crumple till I am none? You want me to fall? Do you wish this pain so strong upon my weak and tired soul? Do you wish for my already broken mind to break more with this? What is your goal? I will not get better without a phone. I will not randomly loose my “addiction.” I will not randomly stop wanting to know Icarus. I will not randomly think of you as great if you take what I love. You are not a god. I am in high school. Leave me alone. Give me control of my life. For once. Please.