Here I am, again. Hopeless and worthless are the two words that best describe myself. Everytime I think that I can't get more and more sad, something happens and proves me that I, once again, was wrong.
There's something about myself that I cannot even describe. It is like a hand that strokes me and makes me have difficulty breathing. I get so emotional over normal things and I wasn't like this. I was tough, I was capable of controling my feelings and now all I want to do is cry myself out.
There´s no remedie for my sadness unless I finish with the reason why I'm so sad. I'm not brave enough to do it, but all I want is to do it. I mean, what I really want is to wake up and feel like I'm not a waste. For now that's my dream.
I hope I never get to do it, but if I do it, please don't judge me, please understand that it was to much for me to take. I seem not to be grateful to be surrounded by awesome people, but I am, so so so grateful no one can express it. But I think that it is time for them to be happy without me. Never doudt that I've done everything I could to make them happy. I appreciated them and will never forget those gentle souls.