It just never really ends, does it. The tiresome mood swings, the unintentional bitterness towards people that care about you, the constant fear of everything that surrounds you, the neverending tiredness that doesn’t truly let you leave the bed, the perpetual lack of motivation for your daily tasks - let alone the more strenuous ones that might lead you somewhere in the future. The hatred towards yourself, and its consequential hatred towards life.
I don’t want to be this person, and yet I can’t escape it. It’s not who I am, and yet it is. I feel completely disconnected to myself. And quite honestly, having to live like this for the rest of my life…is a nightmare you can’t wake up from.