It always comes back somehow. Every time I try to break away, something comes up that won’t allow me to move on from “this.” Inevitably, in reminded that I’m not like them and that I don’t belong in this world.

I think… That the only way to fix it all is to end my life. Even though I’ll die, there’s bound to be someone out there who’s of my same archetype. They will continue where I couldn’t.