𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 ✔

XII

It's draining, isn't it?
The constant fighting with yourself to just make it through the day.
I want to end it, I really do.
I just don't feel like anything is going to make me feel better anymore.
I'm just so fuc*ing tired of waiting.

Anxiety, it's something that I really hate.
I wish I didn't have it.
The stress of everything is just too much.
I don't want to graduate if this is what it means to study hard, under pressure. I don't want to be a successful person, if this is what I have to sacrifice. Myself.

It's lonely and really fuc*ing sad.
I don't know why I keep on expecting it to become better, all I want is for this pain in my chest to stop, for once and for all.

The people who once gave you happiness, now give you the most unbearable form of pain and fear.
I don't even recognise them anymore.
It hurts, it really hurts so please make it stop, I beg you.

I thought that if I got through this, the world outside would be better. But no, this painful hell of mine just keeps getting harder and harder every single day.
It's never ending.

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