A Random Stressed Rambling, c. 2021

I often try to console myself with memories of life before, of kindness, of love. But lately, it hasn't sufficed. If anything, it sometimes makes things worse, knowing I've lost that life forever.

Maybe she was right to leave me behind like that. Maybe everyone else should while they have the chance.

What good am I anyway?

God, I've been spiralling so quickly. It feels out of control. Taking out the blade and the memories was supposed to help, not to make things worse. I guess I should have known better. Now I'm stuck.