I feel like I’m being suffocated. This is the most terrible feeling in the world – being alone, and helpless, and sad, and depressed, and disappointed, everything. I just. I wish I could fly away from here. I wish I could just start a new life without hassles. Just a quiet and peaceful life. I can’t… I don’t want to do this anymore. Tirelessly pushing myself to become something I’m not even sure I want to become anymore.
I want to relax. Take a breather. Just stop and appreciate life for a while. Why can’t I have that?
Why?
I want nothing but my books. I’m used to being alone, although I wish I had someone to talk to without the fear of being judged.
I know I won’t kill myself. I’m to much of a coward for that. I think I’ll just slowly crumble from the inside out, my soul dying, fading away until nothing is left of me.