I just don’t think I am made to accomplish anything. I have aspirations but I cannot ever seem to be motivated to do anything. Instead of inspiring me they haunt me. Am I really my own worst enemy? I don’t think theres any doubt to that. I am killing myself and I can’t control. I can’t control myself. I can’t control whether I’m happy or sad. Whether I let things get to me or brush them off. I can control my demeanor but damn that’s just a facade.
Please please please choose me over your friends tonight. I know I’ve already seen you this week but I’m hurting again and you are my only crutch. I can’t keep being left alone with my thoughts.