I know this has been reblogged in the community a lot already, but bear with me – this is an important post. Not going to say too much here, since Auri says it better. But I’m here too, if anyone wants to chat about anything.
I am fortunate enough to not have experienced the death of a close friend, but I know I’d be devastated if it ever happens. Death hurts, and there’s nothing I fear more than losing someone to it.
I once tried contacting a counsellor through the Internet to talk about life during high school, but was put off by the professional way in which she asked me to book an appointment. It doesn’t matter how well I know you or if I know you at all, and it doesn’t matter how great or how inconsequential you think your problem is; you can easily shoot me an email by clicking on my contact page. I’ve heard that my avatar’s creepy, but trust me, I’m a nice person…
Some days, as you wake up, you wonder what the point of this is. This whole talking, eating, sleeping.
What was the point of it, when you felt like you were watching another person’s life and yet felt so much pain? As if you weren’t meant to exist? As if… anything you touched became a disaster?
Was there even a point to begin with?
Every day, you have a heavy secret in your heart. One that grows heavier with every person you don’t tell it to. That weighs you down more and more as you think it but don’t say it out loud.
Until it gets so heavy, so LOUD, that you can’t believe that it’s only three words. Three simple words to think, but three very difficult words to feel.
And so, again and again, you think it, but you don’t speak it. You can’t say it.
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