Nyxx33
Member
- May 8, 2020
- 94
I am still here. So I guess I have to force myself to leave what I was hoping would help push me to my last days on Earth or at least not be so scared of what's to come. Dug myself a hole of lies, abuse, cigarettes, and self pity. There were good times too but as I suspected I was pulled out by being around people that cared for me and reconnecting with nature. As much as it hurts to dance and go hiking and remember what made me happy and my dreams, numbing has not worked and I'm still alive. I kept thinking to myself this will be the weekend I do it. This is it. Instead I'm left having to face consequences of my actions. Maybe this time I'll make a different choice and not self destruct again.
Maybe if I just stop wanting things I'll be content at least. With spurts if happiness.
I am sick of finding comfort in misery.Dreams of comfort in death and self destruction are just an illusion. Playing pretend with someone that never cared enough to protect my heart is no longer an option. Life goes on with or without you. So I guess I'll make one last effort and hard as it is and as much as I'll miss certain things and person from last few months. I'm tired of wondering what's real or not.
Maybe if I just stop wanting things I'll be content at least. With spurts if happiness.
I am sick of finding comfort in misery.Dreams of comfort in death and self destruction are just an illusion. Playing pretend with someone that never cared enough to protect my heart is no longer an option. Life goes on with or without you. So I guess I'll make one last effort and hard as it is and as much as I'll miss certain things and person from last few months. I'm tired of wondering what's real or not.