Venting It is the constant anxiety

[lyles]

I feel like regardless of who I become and what I do I always end up back here. Longing and fantasizing for a life that doesn't exist. That is unattainable. And that makes everything worse. Life rarely feels tolerable without escapism. Reality has it's fine moments, but those are too sparse and fleeting to really warrant staying.







I don't know what could make it better. It is just bone weary exhaustion, constant suspicious thoughts of if I am truly loved by the people I most care for, and a lack of love for life.

 

[FuneralCry]

That must be really tiring what you have to go through, I think the reality is that existence is something that certainly is so disappointing but anyway I wish you the best of luck.