I genuinely dk how much more I can take. I can’t think of a single day in the past month that I haven’t cried. Everything is so exhausting. All the dreams I had for the future are gone. All my creative endeavors have been extinguished. I have a way out, and it’d be pretty easy to pull it off, but I just don’t know… No matter what choice I make, it feels like it’ll be the wrong one














