I was making some kind of progress with life.
...and then catestropic events happened.
I'm at square one.
This is the lowest I've ever felt.
I feel like breathing is a ******* luxury.
Everytime I think something good may happen with someone,it doesn't.
Maybe I'm a ******* monster in disguise and I don't know it yet.
I'm trying so hard to help myself and there's nothing to show for it.
I can only hope I can muster up enough strength to end it,or make sure I'm numb enough to live alone.
...and then catestropic events happened.
I'm at square one.
This is the lowest I've ever felt.
I feel like breathing is a ******* luxury.
Everytime I think something good may happen with someone,it doesn't.
Maybe I'm a ******* monster in disguise and I don't know it yet.
I'm trying so hard to help myself and there's nothing to show for it.
I can only hope I can muster up enough strength to end it,or make sure I'm numb enough to live alone.