xanlack
Xanlack
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Every time i wake up in the morning, and every time my head hits the pillow at night, my sense of dread is not one bit lifted off me. I dont know what is wrong with me. My life is not sad, it is honestly quite the contrary, and as much as my sadness peaks and dips, these feelings should not be upon me. I feel like i need psychiatric help, but i do not want it. I dont even know how to describe it, apart from a never ending feeling of doom. My brain feels like it needs to be dissected, so that the next weary person who has the same feelings as me might find solace and comfort in a solution. When i was younger, even earlier this year, i could find distractions in slop like YouTube or Netflix, but these distractions no longer make my brain docile, and the feeling of impending doom has come back in floods. I am at a loss with my sense of direction, and i wish for freedom. Even while i write this, the public talk of my condition will bring me no ending, and i will be stuck in this hell. This has meant nothing, yet may mean everything for another set of eyes.