Sep 2018
I've been so used to being lonely and self loathing that I end up pushing everyone away, hoping that it'll all go away.
This nasty feeling inside me needs to stop.
But something's telling me the only way I could ever do that is if I make myself stop.
Stop, halt. Ending.
This nasty feeling inside me needs to stop.
But something's telling me the only way I could ever do that is if I make myself stop.
Stop, halt. Ending.
These inner demons rising beneath my bedsheets trying to strangle me, trying to devour me whole. They're unstoppable, and I'm terrified at what I might do next.
I'm starting to lose all hope.
I'm starting to lose all hope.
