I feel like i have a messy life right now. My mind is muddle, i am anxious, and paralyzed into inactivity. I feel ashamed. The shame i am carry for not being who or what i expected myself to be creates a tempest of self criticism, blame, and regret.
I find myself living on the scraps of others taking the bare minimum that life has to offer.
I feel very alone, lost, and hopeless.
I think it is the lack of hope that is cancerous to the soul. It slowly eats away at your life until you are alone with nothing.
This is a path that leads to a tragic end.
I don't like wallowing in self pity.
