There are many nights when I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how it would feel to not be here anymore. It was wasn't that I wanted to die, not exactly. I just wanted to be where I wasn't. To step out of my skin and leave it behind like an old coat. The exhaustion curled inside me like smoke. Every morning, I would wake up hoping the day had somehow vanished, that time had moved past me without asking me to participate. But it never did. It kept calling my name, dragging me forward, and I followed, though I no longer know why.
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