I dont understand why people decide to stay when it's already too late to even give a fuck, like at this point we're just killing ourselves now and nothing will make this go away, I'm just waiting for the end of my time.
It's hard to get out sometimes, it's hard to even walk out the front door and begin. In my bed I can't disappoint anyone, I can't lie to anyone and I can avoid it all. But the moment I walk out, people don't even realize that's half the battle.
I think there's a bit of confusion. I don't hate my life, i actually think I'm lucky to have everything I have, the people I know, i couldn't ask for anything more in my life. I just hate the fact that I'm in it, that it's me it's being given to, such a waste.
I like making memories that last with people, memories that bring you back to where everything was nice. Today deserves to be a day that's worth remembering, to feel nostalgic and to wish I could live it once again, there aren't many days like this so i choose to cherish them.
I'm tired. it just drains all my energy, i don't have enough strength to make it through the day and still be productive, I'm lazy but not to this degree, i don't know what's going on, everything is just so crazy and insane right now, i just need to sleep a while. I'm tired
i think about it more than ever. when will be my day to die? how much longer will it have to be? i don't see the light at the end but i feel it so close to me. it's just so unbearable. I don't have to be here, i'm not supposed to be here.
I don't know what went through your mind during that moment, maybe it was that i don't have the right to feel this way, i don't know, and i don't think I'll ever know. I won't talk about this again to anyone close to me, this cant be good. I got no response, but I got the message
God, i just don't know what to do, isn't it tiring to hear the same shit from the same person everyday? Why don't you just give up on me? This can't be good for you. What an annoying fucking person I am, believe me I'd trade myself for anybody else just to avoid being who I am.
but at the same time i sometimes wonder if anyone else would ever take the time to fully read and try to understand what I HAVE TO SAY. Its a hit or miss, and i dont know whats better, the act of knowing the truth or never knowing at all.
im tired, it genuinely makes me feel so drained, i try to find reasons to keep going but its just so hard, i cant talk about it or else ill just bring others down, i dont want that.
Thats why i choose to speak through writing, its nice to be able to take time to find and discover words that accomodate to each meaning im looking to find..