Life had become something I did not want anymore
Or maybe I should re-word that…
A life like this had become something I did not want anymore.
I thought I didn’t want to live anymore
I had stopped eating, sleeping and most importantly just stopped feeling anything
I felt empty.
I’m going to be 21 years of age and I have nothing to show for it?
Except constant pain, heartbreak and confusion
I struggled as I tried to walk on.
A struggle that combined the pain of all of the struggles I had endured
I kept tripping, falling and collapsing every day
It felt like trying to fix wood together with a glue stick.
Disorder after disorder…
No ducks in a row…
And if life was a video game,
I’d have quit by now, thrown the game away and never looked back.
But a life like this I did not want anymore,
I wanted the universe, the galaxies, the stars, the moon, the sun,
I just wanted to live a life worth living.
Surely if I survived 21 years of a life like this,
I could do more than survive 21 years of a life that I dreamed of,
I didn’t realise this whole time the universe was calling for me. The concept was so unknown to me that I pressed decline this entire time.

