i don’t have the strength to go on
but i take comfort in my pain. i take comfort that my friends help me make sense of the pain.
i used to numb myself.. i used to run.
but i.. faced it heads on. it hasn’t been pretty. it’s been hell. i’ve got so many broken bits to pick up.
i don’t want to do this. but i have to. some days my chest hurts so much from the crying. i am weary. most of all, i am tired.
but it’s my battle. and that nobody can help me thru it, except myself.
Thursday, 14 Feb 2019
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