Those thoughts are back. They're back again. It's been months since I last had them, but they're back again. As usual, there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing but crying, and hoping that these thoughts will not become reality. And as usual, there won't be anyone there to help me. I'm on my own again.
But this time, I'm not sure if I can make it through. I'm tired, drained, exhausted. Both mentally and physically. This feeling seems so familiar, yet so foreign. I'm trying my best to cope with it, but it doesn't seem to be working anymore. And I'm tired of trying.
It just keeps coming back, no matter how hard I try. I'm always back to square one. And I can't tell anyone. I can't. I don't want to worry those who care, and those who doesn't care probably won't bother.
How much longer can I bear with this?