I am writing this to myself who fought a lot with her anxiety and depression, whenever these two knock on her mind.
I'm so lonely that I can't even breathe properly.
Lonely, I can't even imagine how my life would be at peace.
Overthinking that I'm not good enough for everyone.
I fought for those thoughts.
I told myself that I'm so strong.
I can handle those thinking's.
I can handle them throughout the phase without even telling anyone or anybody.
But then reality hits me.
I'm so weak and naive.
Weak, because I cry a lot.
Naive, because I accept the things that would make me suffer even more.
I'm too innocent for this.
Do I deserve this?
