I know I’ve got to the point I need to talk to someone properly, but everytime I even think about talking to someone I just start crying. And I hate crying in front of people so I’d rather just endure.
It feels like you’re being dragged into a black hole backwards that you can see it all around you slowly capturing you with its force. You try and fight it, you know there is no hope, you’re not strong enough; the darkness of its edges already clings around your limbs pulling you further in. You can see it all, everything you could have if you were strong enough to break the force of the black hole. But you’re not! You have the ability to watch that light, that reality and cling to the shreds that are falling into darkness. It won’t be too long before that’s it. Darkness, no hope.