Broken and empty. Only a book of memories and no life prospects. Fake smiles and a fake laugh that doesn’t even fool the deaf or blind. Through the motions of grainy and redundant. Isolation fills my heart and my life is unkind. I cease to exist not to take my own light. If depression sets in it is an option, I might.
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Read your previous post and this one and… i relate quite a lot to this. I don’t have an answer or a solution for it (and i don’t think you’re expecting one), but just needed to say that you’re not the only one, several people here could relate to what you’re going through.