Why? Why does it always come down to this? Why do I feel regret when I tell myself I have none. Every day is a step backwards, a step towards the beginning and the end; or so I like to tell myself. There is no hope in this life for me. I will die and that is that. There is nothing here for me…nothing…nobody…not a solitary moment of true love and happiness for me to cherish. Perhaps that was my only real regret after all…not knowing whether such an emotion really exists in this world. I tried… I suppose. Regardless, I always knew this life was doomed from the beginning…I hate myself and wouldn’t care to continue bothering the world anymore with my existence. I suppose this is it then. Goodbye? No, just bye. To no one in particular besides myself… Life is a dream, and death is reality. This infinite pain and misery will come to an end forever.
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I have no words to soothe your pain, I am sorry.
Are you planning on leaving soon?
I do not have a specific time planned, but yes.
I understand what you are going through. I am there myself. I gave true love a shot and it crushed me. I would have rather never felt that feeling to only have it snatched away. I wish I could soothe your pain as that would mean being able to soothe mine too. I’m just trying to find something, anything to hold onto. I encourage you to do the same. Don’t give up right before your breakthrough.