Sometimes I truly wonder if life's even worth living anymore. I wake up each morning with a sick twisted feeling in my stomach, a feeling that drives me to think dark things. I hate myself, I despise everything about me. But I can't end it. I have so many people around me that I don't want to let down by leaving them, and yet it hurts so much knowing that just by living through each day I am becoming more of a disappointment. 



Life truly has a splendid way of messing with my twisted existence. My goal on this platform was specifically to write what I enjoy and help people but then i realised, how in the world am I supposed to help someone when I myself am drowning too? 



I apologize for this rant.