the line it gets better is  actually true. but its only better for so long before the pain and sorrow starts again. that’s it. that’s  life. a never ending rain. It always gets better, but when it is, it just goes down again. i see no point in living a life will i will never be happy. struggling with this pain everyday is not what i want.  I fear life more than death and that’s not okay. between anxiety attacks, at every second, and my wrist screaming at me.  i’d much rather be gone. no feelings.  no pain.  Noone can tell me that its “gonna […]
