nobody understands. this is not something that goes away. i want to die. i wake up disappointed every morning simply because, well i woke up. im tired. im sick. i don't want to do this. i lie awake at night thinking about ending. it would be so easy. ill be fine for a while and then the darkness comes back and its endless and its exhausting. it shatters my body and i can never fix myself in time for the next... wave? onslaught? i stand alone. i am alone and I'll die alone and suffering.