Sometimes I just feel very useless. There’s no
real solution to my problem, it’s something
that constantly keeps me awake at night. It
makes my stomach tense, sickens me,
squeezing the life out that I barely even want
to live. It’s a dangerous feeling, makes me
hate myself and all that I’ve become. Has it
always been like this? Have I always felt this
way? Like I have no control over myself and
the way I’m feeling. These emotions rip me up,
shred me, and I’m tired. I’m so tired. I’m so
tired of wanting to breathe.