You get those days where you want to just die.
More specifically, kill yourself.
Today's one of those days.
It's terrifying to think that the very people who were supposed to keep you from getting hurt are the ones who cause the worst wounds - in terms of size and pain. And even though it may not seem possible, things actually get more terrifying when you realize that, because it's your very protectors who caused the wounds, they're not there to help you in the healing process.
Now we all know that if someone, particularly an emotionally broken and distressed individual, if left to their own devices can result in two possible conclusions. One, they actually manage to somehow mend their broken hearts or two, they just worsen the wounds, unable to take the pain.
I know which path I'm about to take - don't follow me.
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"Writing is a form of therapy; how do all those who do not write, compose, or paint manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in the human condition?"
- One Invictus
- Hypergraphia compels me to put down every unspoken emotion as it passes by.
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