June 2020.
4:30 a.m.
It’s been three years, and the pain is still there. Crawling inside my head. Gnawing on all the happy thoughts, slowly draining all my energy. I want to end this suffering hell but I don’t know how. I’m stuck in a maze of memories I don’t wanna see. The more I try to forget, the more I suffocate.
I thought it would be easier to give up, but it’s not. I feel like I can’t go on but I can’t stop either. I’m trapped.
Regrets, so many regrets.
Should’ve been,
could’ve been,
would’ve been.
Those vivid memories keep repeating inside of my head. The anger, the rage that I held, it’s boiling up. They said I need to forgive myself, which I thought I did, but apparently…not. I wish I could just go back and save myself. I did save myself though, but it was probably too late.
I keep swimming in this sea of fire, believing that one day it will turn to bed of flowers. Now I start to think that the day won’t come.
And I’m tired.
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Do you wanna tell your stories to us? Or do Some activities that may cure this. Maybe you can rearrange the story and make a light novel from this. Or you can transform it into a podcast. I think the best way to deal with it by turn it into what you like
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