This would probably be the worst time of my life: filled with self doubt, unhappiness and irritation, I wake up each morning to hope for a better day.In hope to see the light. Strange are the ways of the world and destiny, what I yearned for so long, I want not anymore, in fact it irritates me to think why I even ask for it. I sit in quite places, places that are dark,cold and colorless and it gives me a unique sense of peace to be in those spaces. As if in that coldness and darkness the space speaks to me, understands me the most. I have in these spaces understood that I'm alone and will be always and instincts are not what you should trust. I have lost all faith in myself, lost all will to improve, lost all motivation to wake up.. each day I lie dead in the early hours of morning, hoping all would change. I maintain a facade to be happy and when I can't anymore I draw out far away for with time I have understood, everyone has failed to understand and no one understands th...
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