I could SEE the pain.  It was visible. Â
And I felt a sense of accomplishment.  It hurt as I did it – but then felt kinda good.  Like relief.  I think I finally get it.
Next step is to see if deeper = more relief.  Until (hopefully), deep enough to end all pain.
Wake up.  Go to work/school.  Come home.  Go to sleep.   Wake up.  Go to work/school.  Come home.  Go to sleep.   Wake up.  Go to work/school.  Come home.  Go to sleep.   Wake up.  Go to work/school.  Come home.  Go to sleep.   Wake up.  Go to work/school.  Come home.  Go to sleep.   Wake up.  Go to work/school.  Come home.  Go to sleep. Â
Enough.  There is simply no point.  No joy, no happiness.  Just existance.  Breathing.  Wasting space.
Enough already. I am sick of breathing for no purpose.
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