I do not like who I am. There is nothing good about me anymore. I am sick of wasting my time. I am worn out, I am really tired.
there is no point of me being here if I am not doing anything useful
“A true masterpiece does not tell everything.”
I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t know how to get better. My head is a dark place and it only gets worse, day by day. and I have no idea how to stop the darkness from coming in. I have no idea how to save myself anymore.