Well… I can’t. I can’t. Really? Ok. So. Someone close to me is struggling. Im trying to keep ok. Stay strong. Save them. But as I crumble, these old pains have arisen from my wounds. My trust issues. My fear of my own thoughts. My numbness. Oh, numb but able to feel this. How fun, life. What have you cursed me to? A endless cycle of false hope and reality. Anyone reading this, anyways? No? You are, know that I really hope y’all do the best you can. Because im too far gone. Unable to be saved. Unable to be here without being slammed by life. What can I do, but live this lie? Always silent because my thoughts make me overthink each word and move. Well. You, the one reading this? Live better than I can. You go through something, I’ll shield you till I drop. The inevitable. Well. Live well, guys. I struggle each time to actually hold the facade. Thanks for being here. As this world spins, leaving me behind. Thanks for at least trying to help. (This ain’t that type of note. Don’t worry. Just me actually saying my true thoughts.)
