The past week or so has been a living nightmare for me, and I believe it’s going to be like that for quite a while. Up until now I’ve felt that my life is a long dark tunnel, except that I can’t see the light at the end. Just dark. It sounds like a cliché, but somehow that’s the best way I’ve found to describe it. Like if the same air that everyone breathes chokes me, while everybody else can breathe with no problem at all. I just wish there would be somebody that could notice there is something wrong with me without having to say a thing.
I’m not saying I’m the only one of the people I know (or people in general) that feels this way, but I get caught in my own problems a lot. And that makes me feel guilty, like if I should just keep it to myself instead of writing it down. But that’s the problem.
I feel like this place has become something like a diary, except that people can read it. If I don’t write anything here, everything I feel will just be buried deep within me; I’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to keep one’s problems to oneself. Although it’s not like I have much of a choice; I’ve been left behind by my friends. Just like the old times.
This is going to be one tough year (or what’s left of it at least).
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I reckon it is important to get problems off your chest. If you keep them inside they build up and build up until you’re just about ready to explode. Everyone should be allowed to talk about their problems without people making them feel bad about it.