I've tried, but I can't do this anymore. They say time heals all wounds, that things will get better, that you should never give up, but I haven't healed at all, and things haven't gotten better. I've tried therapy for years, taken my meds, forced myself to keep going by setting these fake goals for myself. I made myself believe there was still something out there that was worth living for, something worth working towards. It was all a lie. I can't keep fighting for an illusion. I'm not that strong, and I can no longer pretend that I am. All I've been doing is procrastinate, even though I've always known deep down that this was inevitable. I've held on to things that once brought me joy in hopes that they'd bring me joy again. They didn't. In fact, doing so has only confirmed that it's all pointless. I'm too broken for anything. There's nothing I want to achieve anymore. There's nothing I want to do anymore. So, this is goodbye. I'm sorry for not being better. I'm sorry for being weak.
