Regret and terror consumes me. I wish there were easier ways, easier nights, easier mornings. I struggled to get out of bed this morning yet I’ve been wide awake since 5:30 Im not able to fall asleep because of my thoughts, my frightening thoughts. I’m constantly left wondering who actually cares, who actually wants to help, and who just wants to know. I wish I just never opened my mouth Why does suffering in silence sound so much better than the outcomes.