I've been here before.
I've felt like this before.
This is no strange feeling to me.
Life comes in circles to me: I'm always at the beginning of this never-ending infinite. Living through the same Goddamn thing that makes me feel totally uncapable, unfit.
I should've ended this a long time ago. I can't though. Not because of myself, but because of others that might pay the debt for my sins, my mistakes.
I want peace. But there's this turmoil inside of me that keeps me tethering at the edge of a cliff. One day, I might cave in. One day, I might fall to oblivion.
I won't be even a ghost or memory in my story. I'll be erased.
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