u/HypersonicRex2

I really can't live without God. I was like a fish on land. I was foolish to think that I had to go it alone. I've failed, but it's okay because I'm not God, I'm only a man. I was the one who ran from him in my own self hatred. I hated the world because I desperately believed I was in the right, but I am wrong. My self hatred is nothing, it's meaningless to keep carrying.

I've been dealing with suicidal thoughts a lot lately, but I am broke so I haven't been able to get therapy outside of my college. I'm getting to the point where I feel like I'll have to go somewhere to avoid lashing out in anger and desperation.

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