Don't bother reading this. It's depressing and poorly written.
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It's official. I'm finally falling apart.
I've been doing a good job of hiding it, but I'm cracking. I thought I could stick it out, but more things have happened (or, rather, more people have started) and I've nowhere left to turn.
I can't stop thinking about things. That "what ifs" and the maybes. It doesn't help, but I can't avoid it. Everything I see reminds me. Part of me is still tearing itself apart trying to find a way to go back to how it was. Another part is convinced there's no point, there's no solution and the whole endeavour was a set up for a crash. The rest of me just wants a full nights sleep for the first time since it happend.
Other sources of conflict are plaguing me from places where I cannot defend myself, lest I burn bridges with associated people I don't want to.
Whether it be nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ... or by opposing, end them.
Unfortunately this isn't Denmark and I'm not royalty. But something is rotten and there are plenty of poison tipped swords floating around and enough harrowing thoughts to warrant a sequel.
It's only now the phrase "surrounded by people but completely alone" makes any sense to me.
It's official. I've got noone left.
