I’m trying so hard but I feel myself giving in to all my vices.
Focusing on self-improvement makes it that much harder.
Every victory feels minute and transient.
I get frustrated and want so badly to lash out.
I know I’ve been in this position before but somehow the familiarity makes it more discouraging than comforting; as if I already know that even if I do get out of this low, I’ll eventually fall back in.
Have you ever despised yourself so much that you can’t foresee yourself ever being happy again? That’s what I’ve been feeling lately and it hurts so much. I’m jaded and desperate for hope.
“Shoot me to the moon, I never figured out earth”
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."