“I am deeply wounded, love. I can’t stay here for a long time”, he uttered.
“God would mended the wounded parts of you”, I replied.
“He sent you an amazing nurse”, I added.
“Who?”, he asked.
“Me. My deep affection for you would somehow lessened the pain that you’re feeling”, I answered.
You know what really tires me? It’s when I need to continue on living even though I want to die.
I sometimes feel that I don’t deserve to be loved.
I sometimes feel that I don’t belong in this world.
I sometimes feel that I don’t exist.
I sometimes feel everything so deeply until I get tired feeling anything.
It was I who overthinks a lot.
It was I who make things very complicated.
It was I and my demons inside my head who makes all these things worst.