ྀིྀི :
I have reached the end of my energy, I can no longer bear it, and I can no longer explain or justify, and I do not even ask anyone to hear my interior, my interior is silent, but it is full of screaming. No one hears it around me, they see me as normal, but if they know what is in me, they can be afraid or maybe they don't care at all, and I don't have anything to console him, or even hope. All those who I want rest and disappear, and I can even die because death for me is no longer afraid, it has become a relief. I am finished, not only by people, all the dreams that have become all the times to me. I was laughing at it while I was hurting, but I don't eat this. I can have remnants of hope that I don't extinguish. I can get worse before it doesn't break more.
2025-12-05 14:32:16