Jul 16
You know, the more days pass, the less I am scared of death. Because I feel like I'm in a mental prison and I know nobody can help me, but they'll just misunderstand me and make me feel worse. So I prefer being avoidant, but sometimes I can't even deal with myself, and I wish I could be avoidant even with myself, my brain, my thoughts, this... anxiety, paranoia, feeling low, overthinking, and shit. Loneliness. So, right now, I feel like only death can save me, only a dream that will last like forever and that makes me feel good can relieve me, even if it were just fake.
