Immemorial Musing

I had a mental breakdown yesterday.

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I still hate myself.

If I were anyone else, I could just get up and leave.

I don’t want anything anymore.

I can’t do anything.

I’m incapable of doing anything.

I wasted my life.

I’m in hell.

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Why does everyone else get to be upset, but when I’m upset, I’m the problem?

Why do other people have confidence?

Why can’t I run away?

Why am I here?

Why am I alive?

…Why do I have to live?

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-Immemorial Musing