Here I am again. And all i wanna do is run away, as far as possible. Now. And get here.
I don't know the reason, but everytime i wake up and realize again that i have to come here, i feel disgust, I don't know why. And I don't know haow to fix it.
I wish I'd find something that I'd love to do so it would not feel like i have to do it. But i guess i never find it, or dare to try to go for it.
So, what's the point of it all. For me anyway,
And i don't mean life, i don't wanna die anymore, I've gone through part of my life when i was in suicidal state. But sometimes it feels like i'm getting back to it.