I thought I had cut enough. I thought I was really dying. And yet, here I am.
I’ve been thinking about whether or not I want to continue.
I don’t know.
I’m tired. And I’m not thinking straight. Or maybe I’m thinking the clearest I’ve ever thought?
I don’t know.
I have the night to think about it, clear head or not.
I just don’t know.
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Try to remember about what once gave you’re life passion – the will to live. Fight for what you want the most out of life. If the past is what bothers you, than leave it were it belongs… in the past. Everyday is a chance to change, a chance to start a new life.