There was a breaking point in my life, when I lost interest in everything. It was a realization that I will not have the life I want no metter how hard I try and also I have became fed up with trying. I stopped doing the things that I "should" do and just let myself drown. Becuase all I really wanted was to drown, I wanted it to be over. I no longer wanted to be drunk on the idea of things getting better. I have seen through this cycle of things temporarily getting better, only to get worse later. I'm tired of trying to have the right "mindset".
All these things are there to distract me from the real truth which is that I'm more and more attracted to the unknown of death as oppose to this parody of a life.
There is a limit to me. Limit to how many times I'm willing to lower my expectations, bite the bullet, say it is what it is, and I'm very close to that limit.
All these things are there to distract me from the real truth which is that I'm more and more attracted to the unknown of death as oppose to this parody of a life.
There is a limit to me. Limit to how many times I'm willing to lower my expectations, bite the bullet, say it is what it is, and I'm very close to that limit.
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