Yang
I’m honestly sick of living like this. I’ve told myself this before, and I’ll tell myself as many times as I need to believe it. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get away from that place. I don’t care if I need to lie to myself, become delusional, or push my body past its limits – ill do whatever it takes to get away from there. I told myself I’ll fight with everything I have before I consider killing myself seriously again, and I’ve got some more left in me.
Yeah, I’ve had some bad shit happen in the past. I’ve had more than enough reasons to logically live the way I do. The only problem with that plan is I don’t want to live this way. I refuse to be the alone, insecure mess I used to be. I don’t care if that is who I am, or that’s who I’m destined to be, I will forcibly pick that child up and carry them to a better life.
I’ll be damned if I stop fighting this, especially on the days I give up.