Lately it feels like I'm latching on to old memories and I feel as I'm unable to move forward in the world. Every time I feel thankful for something, I immediately think about how this could be the last time it'll ever happen.
I'm in a constant state of grieving. I'm grieving things that have happened, will happen, and might happen. I yearn for experiences and new memories but I can't escape from the old ones. I'm stuck in a place where I'm pushing forward but the hallway keeps going.
I've felt like this for quite some time. I enjoy stuff. I feel happy. Then I start to think. I think about love, friendship, family, and soon, all I can think about is how it will end one day. Everything ends one day. I'm scared for when it'll be the end of certain things for me. So I hold on to those old memories tight, too afraid to make new ones in fear that they'll just rip me apart like the old ones.
It's been a while since I posted and I think this is a dark welcome back post but I just wanted to show my thoughts. Sorry if you've read this.