I don’t want to be me.
I don’t know what I’m doing with my life right now.
I feel like a useless human being, if that.
I despise the direction I’m taking.
I’m not who I wanted to be.
I’m miserable.
I thought being on my own would be wonderful.
I’d get to make all my own decisions,
But it seems I’m making all the wrong ones.
…
I am the epitome of self loathing.
I’m sorry, to everyone I’ve hurt the past few weeks, I’m sorry to everyone I took down with me into my spiral of self destruction. I’ve lost sight of all my morals, my standards, and my conscious. If I could undo everything I’ve done in the past month I would, but I can’t. I’ve ruined everything between everyone I care about and it will never be the same now. I want more than anything for someone to give me a hug and tell me it’s going to be ok, but there isn’t anyone left to do that.
My pride, my reputation, and my soul is so broken right now.
I need time to sort things out, but I am truly sorry for everything and I hope you all can forgive me.
