Ready to fucking die. That’s sad. But true. Don’t want to live this story anymore. Don’t want to be this person anymore. Miss my life. Miss myself. Miss the path I was on. Miss who I dreamed of becoming. Miss my soul. Miss my potential. Miss the open doors. Miss the purpose, the passion, the ability to evolve the world. It was real. I was good. I know I was good. I was good for this world. I know I was.
Alright, got it out for the day. Let’s live another day.
Wish you all love. If there is even a glimmer of hope that you can make something beautiful out of your life, and that you can find or create happiness inside it, just go fucking do it and don’t look back. You still have the gift of life on your side. Keep building. If hope still has a real voice in you, don’t waste its call. Fight. For the people who don’t even have that anymore, just know I love you, and I’m sorry we’re here.
The black hole caved in on itself. Buried. A creature. The beautiful soul gone sour. Miss you, me.
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Thank you for posting this. I’m sure many on this site can relate, and are grateful for your kind words.
I hope you find your old self again. I don’t think it’s truly gone for good.