~To those who left me ~

~To those who left me ~

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I've lost many friends over years whenever it be to coincidence or choice sometimes a force of a circumstance. The only fear I have is the fear of forgetting, you see I cross streets without looking and explore abandoned places , I do things that are described as underage ir illegal because I'm an adrenaline junky, and i might sound over the top but don't get me wrong, i go to school and usually don't skip classes i attend army cadets and have goals but no im young and i love mking intensional mistakes because that's who I am but forgetting people or memories of simple facts terrifies me because my experiences made me who Iam and if I forget will I still be me ? And i decided to write about it i decided to write to my dear strangers i share handful or more memories with. &lt;3
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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