I don't know from where i often get the inspirations to write. It just hits. It fucking does.
Today i woke up with so much heaviness within my chest and emptiness, both.
Today I'm not feeling like depressed or something. I feel like drowning in something with having no single urge to help me survive.
Today I'm not feeling like i can continue, like i can resist capitulating to that fucking stream.
Maybe I'm feeling like healing wasn't really my thing in the first place.
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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...
