I keep telling myself that I’ll be fine. That I’ll get there and make it to the other side in one piece. But I keep losing more and more confidence, and more faith. My days are slipping away and I’ve stopped caring, and I have become apathetic and lonely.
The only solace I get is when I get to talk to my friends on Skype and play games with them. It takes my mind off the things I’ve been trying to brave.
I can’t stand myself anymore. I wonder if it would have just been better for everyone if I had.