I’m exhausted. the idea of death becomes appealing.
If everything ends now, I won’t have to see the future and bare the inevitable pain.
To continue, reality stares you at your face every minute. To give up, you leave behind inevitable pain for the people who care about you.
What choice is there?
To fight is the same. To not fight is the same.
Nowadays, im scared of sleeping. i wake up frightened. TO sleep, i am afraid..
I do all kinds of research i can to find people in similar position as myself. i need to find someone like myself now.. before it’s too late.