I’m Only Surviving, Not Living Life.

I wake up in the morning and question if I can even make it through another day. I go to bed at night and dread having to do it all over again in the morning. I’m constantly anxious, I dwell on the thoughts of everything that isn’t going right, and I wonder what life would be like if I was actually living.

I may be breathing, but that doesn’t mean I’m alive.

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