some days it's ok if all you did was survive... just stay alive... nothing else really matters, everything else can wait. just stay alive... for me... please

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some days it's ok if all you did was survive... just stay alive... nothing else really matters, everything else can wait. just stay alive... for me... please
Emil Cioran, from The Book of Delusions
Text ID: the regret of not realizing the pure life in me, [...] of having been tormented by regrets, despair, obsessions and tortures; [...] of having been tortured every moment by the fear of nothingness, the thought of nothingness and the fear of existing.
I just wish I could have been a better person
here i am, at the end again.
I gave up again.
I burned through every plan... I failed every time.
I have to survive on these fumes a little longer...
I don't really know what happens next.
I don't know if I'll make it...
I'm going to try again.
We have to keep trying.
I won't give up on anyone, so don't give up on me. Please.
Keep trying.
Why do they say you're more likely to regret the things you haven't done?
I've regretted almost everything I've chosen to do and almost nothing i haven't done...
I should have never done anything at all... i should've rotted in the dirt and at least fed the earth...
how many times will I tell myself.. "If I can just make it through this month... If I can just make it through this week... If I can just make it through this day, the worst will be over, and it will get better, it will get easier."
But it never does. Or maybe it does, but I grow weaker twice as fast.
How much longer can I drag out this sad story...
Will I taste any joy at the very end? Will I know any love? Will I finally be free?
I want to find out
god god god i wish I could just have a little break from being mentally ill, just one little moment please please please I can't keep doing this I'm not gonna make it
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I want to go quietly into that familiar night...
I'm so tired
Daniel Fowler
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
not to sound like a victorian woman suffering from hysteria but i do think going to the sea would fix me
Would you please, please hurry
In another cycle, they made it out…