Sometimes I just feel like giving up on life, give up on everything. Life feel so hard that I can't manage it. I hide away in the dark from my own thoughts hoping that they never will show up again. But they will, they always do.
This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.