Sep 24, 2020
No matter how much I try to convince myself that Iβm happy and no matter how close I get to believing it, when the cold, merciless claws of the night digg into my chest and wrap around my broken heart, I feel nothing but sadness, fear, and self hatred. And I know, deep down I know, that is the real me; sad, broken and absolutely horrified with the person Iβve become.
Its not only night anymore, though. The self-hatred follows me around, whispering how bad of a person I am. How I donβt deserve anything and anyone good in front of me.
