I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t believe in myself. I don’t feel much anymore, the only thing I recognize is anxiety. Mind buckling, chest crushing anxiety that sucks the air right from your lungs and slowly and effectively kills
Your will to live. Why should I be proud of that? Why should I be proud of myself? Every time I open my mouth to speak I embarrass those around me. I am an embarrassment, and I am alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be alone anymore