But the problem isn't salvageable. The problem is me. I can't escape this emotional labrynth that I've been running through my entire life. I've had amazing, beautiful people try to help me only to see myself hurt them, damage them and leave them wishing they'd never met me. I hurt people on a daily basis wishing I didn't. I wish I was different. That it wasn't like speaking a foreign language to be emotionally stable and in control.
I know I may never be. I may spend my life alone and die that way due to my own hand. It's the most devastating thing in the world to feel the way I feel every single moment of every single day.
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