Sometimes, I feel like my chest will explóde out of the pain that I've been enduring for so long. I keep fighting each day, hoping that better days are coming. I keep telling myself that this pain will disappear and I will be okay again someday. But the truth is, a part of me is already tired of waiting for my pain to end. I am silently telling myself that maybe this pain will never disappéar and that I must learn to live with it. I'm already tired of telling lies to myself— saying that tomorrow will be a better day but still ending up feeling misérable and lonely. It's hard to go on with my life, pretending that everything is okay. I sometimes wish I could give up, but I know that I should have courage in everything that I'm going through right now. But it's hard to think about positive things in life when I honestly feel like everything in my life is falling apart. It's hard when I feel like I no longer have the will to face the world every day.