“I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.”
– C.S Lewis
I remember saying, some time ago, that no one can save us except ourselves, that we can be our own prince charming. What if I was wrong…
I don’t feel strong enough for this battle anymore, and I want someone to save me, from myself. I don’t know how to speak the truth, let alone speak anymore. I can’t put these thoughts into feelings and feelings into words. Writing was supposed to help with that. But i don’t think anything’s working anymore. Everything is broken. Broken beyond repair.