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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Tinkerhell · 41-45, F

Nobody is perfect, and trying to be so will only end in heartbreak. There is no one way that works for everyone. You just need to take that first step, and don't stop. Don't stop trying, don't stop working towards what you want. Depression is a bitch to fight through but when you come out of that tunnel you will find it was worth the struggle. *hugs*

SW-User

That's what I'm counting on. That one day all this will pay off. I don't need much, just someone to fight for that isn't me. Someone who would empathize.