As much as I’d like to keep this a place for happy things, sometimes all you need is someone to listen to you vent. Sometimes things don’t work out.
To that I say: Regardless of what your situation is, I’d like to help you.
You can use the contact page, Twitter (@MagicConan14) or, if you’d prefer anonymity, courage-a-word-of-justice on Tumblr to reach out.
Please continue, don’t quit.
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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