It’s not that I believe bad things will happen.
It’s just I believe pain and darkness more than I believe anything else.
I wish that was not the case.
But you come sit in my body, in the pain and darkness and fear, you try tell me to be optimistic or tell me I deserve good things when you’re neck deep in the pain others caused you.
And I know that pain heals in company but it feels shit to inflict this on anyone else honestly.
As yes, it is less. There is progress. I’m not gonna die. But it still feels awful and I don’t know how much longer I can do this.




















