Failure.

I have moments where I'm weak. Where I know what I have to do to be happier but I just can't. I grow tired of fighting for myself. I'm something I hate. It's a sick joke of life to make me struggle for that. Even now I've never done it for me. I have a strong belief in the principle that value comes to those who bring value to themselves. So I work out. I have a job. I do what I can to be a happier healither person. I do these things in the hope that I can find that valuable someone who would recognize that I'm not entirely worthless. That I've made value. They haven't come and this loneliness can't be endured forever. I was supposed to get up today. I knew I had to. I knew doing that and being productive would have made me happier, but I just couldn't find the effort. Not today. I've failed as I'm not perfect and this is my fault.

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curiosi · 61-69, F

You are a very wise young man. Wisdom is borne of pain. And while it hardly seems fair it is those that have struggled the most, get handed more pain. I can only go on the life of others who have gone before me and say that they have finally come to a place of peace, after a long hard struggle.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. Khalil Gibran

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Pain does make some of us exceptional. That's true. I don't see it in me, but maybe one day I will. If I can get that help. Who knows? Maybe one day.

curiosi · 61-69, F

@Conscience: I read once where it was speaking of pain. It said your friends will be amazed at how much you have grown and you will be surprised