Take Care.

You know, sometimes, I don't even have the will to live. Even moving my hands feel like heavy duty work. My favourite thing ever to do, write, feels like something I despise. I hate every breath I take in, and sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to never take another breath in again. I try crying, turns out, my tear tanks are dry. I try switching my mind off, turns out, my environment doesn't allow that. The only options I get left with are hope and prayers. Sometimes they work, other times I push myself into believing they work, irrespective of whether or not they do, for that's my promise to myself. Now more than ever, exists this insatiable need to be kind. To be helpful and polite. I know it's not always easy to spread cheer and share positivity, but to try. There are some positives, some things to look forward to. Think about them. People may and will disappoint you but that's a part and parcel of the life you live. Take it with a pinch of salt. Don't make negativity your life. Find little sparks, things that make life meaningful and pleasurable to you. Take good care. Love. Peace.