I think I bear it pretty well on the outside. On the inside I might be crumbling down, but Im taking care of that on my own. The thing I usually look to is something a friend always told me: ‘Look to the light’. Every tunnel is only so long. There’s a light at the end. It might take you a very long time to get out of that tunnel, but you will get out sooner or later.
I woke up tired, aching, mentally and physically drained, as if I hadn’t slept at all. But I drag myself out of bed and stand in the shower a total of ten minutes just trying to wake up.
You know that feeling you get from no sleep, where you’re kind of high in the morning and you know later in the day you will be miserable, but you buzz trying to take advantage of the energy you have reserved somewhere?
All of that energy goes to drying myself off, putting on deodorant,and attempting to find something in my closet that is not too ugly.
In the end, I find my trusty jeans, jersey and sandals.
This whole entry was taken from yesmint's.
Because, I feel that, what she's going through now(base on this entry) is exactly the same thing.
and she could'nt have post it any better than this.
and slap yourself if you think I am actually thinking of suicide.