I am chronically sad and troubled. And no, before you overreact, i am not sick, i am not depressed, its just sadness and a constant feeling of being lost and confused. Not knowing what step to take when. Its my fault that i feel this way because though it makes me miserable and hurt, i still fan it like a bush fire on a windy day.
I Fan it and then I inhale the smoke, i get high on it. There is a weird comfort in this misery and pity parties otherwise I would wanna move on. Its like i do not know who i am without them. I have become an addict of misery.
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