I feel like there’s honestly no point in anything now. Everyday, I’m more tired than ever, and I can’t really find the motivation I need to get out of bed most days.
Sometimes I think that maybe everyone would be better off without me.
I think of the ways I could quietly leave this earth.
Nobody would miss me.
I think of what I would leave behind for others to see once I’m gone.
But then, there are days where I find meaning in life. Those days are rare, but they do happen.
On those days, I feel truly happy, like nothing can get in the way of my happiness.
And then it all comes crashing down again, and I am back where I was before.
I wish I could reach out and tell my friends how I feel, but the simple act of pouring out my problems to them takes so much energy.
I feel so alone.