The idea of how I've spent these nights trembling, fearing and overthinking the slightest details and how I used to fight these demons all by myself changed me to the worst yet the realest version of myself.
My mind's only function is to create scenarios and to overdramatize every fucking situation that I have ever faced and make me hate either everyone around me or the whole idea of my existence.
Everything felt so ugly, I couldn't stand the idea of having everything that should've made me feel satisfied yet abandonment was the comfortzone.
The idea of witnessing us fading like dust while I'm just here watching desperately is eating every inche within me that fate has ever destined to be alive.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
