Don't run.

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slowly the close ones are leaving. then thoughts of 'why carry on?' lingers in my mind. acceptance is a problem and and i cant be much bothered. people rip away the soul in you. expect no returns. my body is telling me to stop but my heart says the other. it's become difficult t handle. and it scares me. my hands shake by the day, legs tearing apart with every step but my body pushes on. this is a living nightmare and im sick of it.

now im still pondering whether t go or not. quitting means regret and continuing means more stress. you tell me how.

it scares me off when im SO tired. with only 4 hours of sleep this morning, thinking i could take a noon nap and now when im ready for bed, i cant sleep.

lots are gg through my mind. friendships, school work, bestfriend, true friends and BSCfriends. it's not always useful t let it all out on blogger you know.

it's really pointless sometimes.

♥