I wake up every day and I feel ok, but theres some thing missing. Like… like a hole. Some people they fit in life or whatever, I don’t.
I made a choice and because of that choice many thing ruind.I faild many thing.It hurts me. Knowing what I’ve done. And that pain, that pain is with me all the time and every day I think that if I just… if I just give myself over depression, I can make that pain stop. It would be that easy and every day I fight that and I’m so terrified that one day I’m not gonna want to fight that any more.
There is a fact: our actions are what set things in motion, and we have to live with that.