I think everyone in this world clearly knows why I’m still alive.
I’ve already shared everything that I do and the way I think and see things.
It’s helping everyone.
So you can clearly understand why.
There’s literally nothing left to say.
You’ve squeezed the life out of me.
I’m barely alive.
I keep spiralling.
There’s storms raging inside my head.
I’m at the end of my rope.
Barely holding on and waiting for this to end.
I’m not okay.
I’m this close to losing it.
This close.
Has that ever crossed your mind?