Just don’t have anymore left in me. I always forget the exact feeling of hopelessness until I fall right back into it. I know it feels awful and that there’s this weight that drags me down. But the exact sensation of hopelessness is always forgotten. This sensation however feels slightly off. Like somehow more crushing. Maybe because it’s almost the end. I think the only reason why I post here is because I’m alone. There’s no where else where I can put these thoughts, so I do it here. I keep writing things down and then deleting them. Because even though I think about them, they are not the exact words I want to say. I just want to run away. Just a coward. A good for nothing.
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You’re not a coward :/
running away, escape can be the only rational path
my old life, the one I’m running from, it was out of self preservation. Not a coward, just preserving what’s left of me.
I wish I knew how to help you find people to believe in you, people who can look at your life and tell you that you are more important than the terror you face. Since I don’t, it’s just me; you are important. Just you, and when you get a wider view I think you’ll see it too.