“People who need help sometimes look a lot like people who don’t need help.”— Glennon Doyle Melton
What If?
What if I was the bad guy, all along?
What if it was myself who caused me to sink deeper into depression?
What if I can’t be saved by anyone?
The longer I let myself wonder and think, the more I get the fact that I am probably worse than the people I hate, that maybe I don’t deserve life at all. What is sad about it? I can’t stop wondering of ways I could put an end to it all.
