It isn’t just the people who think they know better, or the people who pretend to lend a hand, or the people who aren’t actually there. It’s everything that was, that is, and quite possibly will be.
I don’t know how I can shoulder all of this by myself, without any outlet to let myself go, or people I can connect and confide in.
I can’t. I’m not that strong a person. I’ve never been that strong as a single person.
Some times, there are nights where not even the sole purpose of me living is enough to stop what I attempted on myself more than a decade ago.
Tonight is going to be a long night.
Tomorrow will be one hell of a problem trying to hide all the wounds.