My cousin just told me, almost tearing up, that I should take better care of my self and my family was worried about me. That she knew I could do it because I'd done it before.
That's the keyword. Before. Before life broke me AGAIN. Always getting up, always back down, and you have to deal with it. And that's life. Disappointment after disappointment and more and more trauma and everyone just tells you to deal with it because you got family and friends, as if that wasn't the bare minimum we all deserve, as if I hadn't made an effort to have more than that because I was told all my life that I was doing good and I deserved more.
I just don't want to go anymore. I don't want to be force-fed, I don't want to live just out of debts of gratitude and guilt. I wanted to be happy, I tried, and all I asked was for one person not to stab me in the heart and one dream to finally work after almost ten years of effort. I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO MOVE ON AND THE MORE THEY FORCE ME TO, THE LESS ME I BECOME. Please, God, bring my Michi back or just fucking end me, give me the courage to end it all, I don't care anymore.