Alec
Wizard
- Apr 22, 2019
- 681
And I honestly just want to run, run like hell and I don't think I will ever want to stop. And I'm so tired, so goddamn tired. And I don't know if I can keep breathing. And I think I want this to end, I want it to stop. And I think maybe I don't want it to stop, and I want to keep feeling it. Because even though it's so heavy, it still feels good because it's the only real thing I've ever felt. It's real, and therefore, it's good. But I don't know. You know?
I don't know if I can keep going, or for how much longer. And I'm alone, and I think that's what is killing me so much. And I don't think I can do this alone anymore. I've been alone my whole life.
Goddamn I wish so many things. I wish things to be different, and I wish everything would have played out differently. And I don't know why, but everything is the way it is. And I'm afraid I can't keep going.
God I'm so afraid, I'm afraid I can't do this, this whole "life" thing, you know? What if it's just not for me? And I wish it was for me, I guess.
And I want to scream, god I want to scream, but I don't. And I want to cry, but I don't. And I want to hit my head against the wall, and I want to hurt myself, because I hate myself, but I also love some part of me, and so I want to protect it from all the hurt in the world. And I really want for the things to be different, but they are not, and maybe it's time I start accepting that...? I don't know how, and I don't know what's after I accept it. And I don't know if I want what will be after.
Love,
—Alec.
I don't know if I can keep going, or for how much longer. And I'm alone, and I think that's what is killing me so much. And I don't think I can do this alone anymore. I've been alone my whole life.
Goddamn I wish so many things. I wish things to be different, and I wish everything would have played out differently. And I don't know why, but everything is the way it is. And I'm afraid I can't keep going.
God I'm so afraid, I'm afraid I can't do this, this whole "life" thing, you know? What if it's just not for me? And I wish it was for me, I guess.
And I want to scream, god I want to scream, but I don't. And I want to cry, but I don't. And I want to hit my head against the wall, and I want to hurt myself, because I hate myself, but I also love some part of me, and so I want to protect it from all the hurt in the world. And I really want for the things to be different, but they are not, and maybe it's time I start accepting that...? I don't know how, and I don't know what's after I accept it. And I don't know if I want what will be after.
Love,
—Alec.
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