Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out
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), почитала свои посты, и я как то в шоке. Мне наверное вообще хорошо не бывает. И главное, зачем я мучилась тот год, зачем переживала это раз за разом, позволяла себе унижаться. 
