It's been a long time since I was in these neck of the woods. Has there been any change... maybe.
Secrets are something that we all have and tend to keep on a down low. The feeling of being exposed sucks because the guilt is now with you. The realization of people knowing the truth is frightening, but the saying goes, "You can't always hide forever."
I blame my delusions for making me mentally exhausted. There are many aspects of myself that add on to the blame, but I'll spare the details. About a week ago, I had a panic attack that made me contemplate to end my existence, but I'm still here, hurt but moving forward. My dreams don't even make sense to me, as they create desires that I can't have.
The only thing that's motivating me to get back up is to keep on trying, to at least make a difference so that I can be proud of myself for once.