I need to get rid of this feeling that's in the pit of my stomach
I can't deal with this stupid overwhelming planet we call earth anymore
Sure I got help, sure I can get more help but I can't wait that long
I can't be here anymore, I can't handle anything anymore
Call me selfish, call me a disappointment, call me emo
an attempt I need to try
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Author:
Ash :) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2022 10:03
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- Category: Reflection
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I hope this isn't serious. If no-one appears to care, know that I do. I could've done the same thing multiple times, but I'm so grateful that my rational side took control of the situation before it was too late. There are so many teens just like us, hopeless, lost, marginalized. But keep in mind that life is only a snippet of what's to come, so live it to the fullest, even in the depths of darkness. And when the light is nowhere to be found, embrace the inner light that is bestowed upon you from birth, I've learned to nurture it and love it in my loneliest nights. "Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
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