Diary Entry 34.
Chasing the Wind
I look back at the me from a few months ago, at how much of a coward I was; unable to bring myself to reach out and seek the help that I needed. I lamented, cried, screamed, but in the end no sound was exudeded. It was just hopeless, foolish little me sitting in the corner of my dark room as I allowed anxiety and insanity to engulf me yet again.
To put it bluntly, I kinda just wanted to give up.
Let life take its course — I have been saying this for the most part of my life. Let the wind carry me along the path, and eventually something will work out right? Or am I just being a coward and taking the easy way out? Am I just too afraid to even attempt breaking away from my self-imposed chains and limitations and thus inducing myself into endless torture and hopelessness? So many questions, and yet no answers. Like always life comes with no answers.
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