+Brain Decay+

So here I am talking to an empty text box again.

Another day of me scrolling through the book aimlessly. Seeing pictures of people happy. In happy places. I just sit and wonder if that will ever be me again. I try to fix my situation and I convince myself daily I’m fighting for something worth it. But I need some form of joy back in my life. Just something, anything to remind me its a life worth living. I’m sure I only have myself to blame. That’s what I’m told anyway. I need to be me again.

I’ve come to terms with the fact that I can’t talk to anyone. No one would care. But I haven’t felt any joy in 2 years.

I live my life in fear and feel like I’m constantly drowning.

I just give up. I will never find peace or a place that I fit. This I know for sure at this stage.