I am a past dweller. My mind is deeper than the ocean and sometimes darker than the twilight. As I'm writing this I'm getting chills and my breathing is quickening its pace. My fears tend to rule over my mind and after about a week of being tortured, I snap. I have reached that point. I feel drunk. I haven't had any alcohol much less do I even want any. I feel hungry but I haven't stopped eating today. My throat is dying but I've had so much water today. And my mind is screaming louder than a lost child. There has been a lot that has happened recently. A lot that has been positive, and little that has been negative. But you know how in math, a negative against a positive always comes out negative. My demons are ruling out the positives. If I were to tell my parents everything that is going on, I know they would force me to make a decision I know is right in my mind but in my heart I fear its wrong because it could be too soon. They don't understand how much generations have changed. Back in their time things were simpler without dangerous technology and the media. Today demons surround us whether we see them or them. I've reached the breaking point, and I can't keep it in anymore. I can't just sit here and slowly cripple down to more insanity. My depression and anxiety had plummeted to a minimum. Now it's peaked. Dear God, I'm scared. I want to hear the truth, but I'm afraid it will be what the thoughts I've been tortured with have told me all along. I know suicide is not the answer and it doesn't stop any pain. But I'm not afraid to die. I already have inside.
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عشوائيThe world is changing every hour. The sun rises every morning. The moon takes its place every night. There is always a light in the sky, whether its sunlight or moonlight. But what happens when even on the brightest of days you cannot find the light...
