A year ago I was convinced I was getting better, that I would never be back to write my pain… It lasted quite a while, enough to trick me into genuinely believing it. The sad truth is that I won’t be able to have the hope I thought I had. Perhaps without a really good year I would have been better off, I would have never envisioned a future with happiness for myself – and now that makes it harder for me to feel this way.
I wish I hadn’t failed last year I wish I was dead I feel so incurably sad and pathetic and sensitive and awful. I want to be done I want to be gone I want to be forgotten except now it’s too late now I can’t die for a while
“I’m tired of wanting more, I’m finally feeling worn”
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This sadness and depression doesn’t go away like you thought it had. Not entirely. You will always feel it at some points, for a while. But you can fill your life with new joys and things that bring you happiness to override that. Even if it won’t always last, its still worth it for that time of happiness.