Nobody tells you that possibly the hardest thing about it all is admitting that you've fallen so far that you need help. And I had now reached that dreaded rock bottom, the same one I managed to marginally avoid just a few years back. I've become so comfortable with the blackest of thoughts, thoughts I knew would terrify anybody around me. Maybe that's what scares me most, not the thoughts themselves but the people around me finding out how ill I've become because the truth is, they don't know the half of it. None of them.
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In The Oceans Of Me
RandomSnippets about various thoughts, feelings or experiences. Some extracts may include triggering content or bad language. #4-deepshit 16/1/19 #3 extract 4/5/19
