Dear M

Dear M,

Won’t you come cry with me and listen to my sorrows? I miss your hugs, your voice. I need you to make me laugh again. Life hasn’t been exactly better for some time now. It feels like I am not going anywhere. Been waking up each day without a sense of direction, just wasting away time and the gifts of this earth.

How do you do it? How do you keep living? I look at you and I see someone who is so alive, who conquers the fear of going out there everyday. Someone who gives shit about failures, broken hearts and dreams yet starts again somehow. Who understands that life breaks you in many ways yet still embraces living.

I want to be better. I want to make my life better. But I do not know what to do, M. Much as I would like to believe that things will be alright, I can’t conceive it in my mind. I cannot see yet that I will grow better after this. I haven’t been exactly looking out for the future.

Where do I start? Please tell me what to do. Please show me how to fight because I’m finding it hard to continue.

Come see me soon please,

T

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