After 4 weeks of worthless therapy I’m basically told I’m too far gone for any help. Unable to define emotions and control them. Going insane by my own thoughts and excuses. What’s the point? Why do I choose to keep going? Why haven’t I committed? Am I scared? I don’t know. So many questions and yet I can’t think of any answers. An infinite loop that’s unable to be stopped unless I’m constantly being told to get better. I need someone in order to get better but I don’t want to put pressure on someone. Why can’t I trust anyone? Why can’t I feel most emotions? What’s wrong with me? I wish I could answer these questions maybe I will one day. I just wonder how much longer I can deal with my own problems. A constant battle in my head between life and death I’ll just have to wait to see who wins. I can’t exactly tell anyone this and most of this is random metaphors but I think you’re smart enough to understand.

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