And I am contained now but I remember how the music felt
I missed it. That one year mark. I’m never going to see a [365] at the bottom of one of these posts.
A year later and I’m still in the same place, maybe even worse off, but there is one huge difference. I’m desperately searching for reasons to keep living. I don’t want it to end, to have to hurt everyone who loves me more than I will ever deserve.
I want my light at the end of the tunnel. The darkness and the hate are still there. But I’m fighting so it’ll be harder to drag me away. Now all I need is to find what will hold me here.
[1.15]
