I feel like each and everyday is a struggle.
I have a wonderful girlfriend, a loving family, and I'm going to the college of my dreams. Yet, I have no motivation to wake up each morning.
It feels as if I am just continuing life for everyone else, I've lost all ability to feel anything for this world. I feel so detached, so alone, so empty. Nothing seems to make me feel as good as it used to, the beauty of this earth has lost itself.
I don't even feel like I can blame drugs solely for my problems anymore. I'm not stealing (as I used to) for drugs anymore, as that was what used to bring me all my problems. Now life is perfect, but yet I feel broken.
Drugs are the only thing that can help me cope at the moment. I look in my girlfriend's eyes and I know that I love her, yet I feel like I would easily choose to shoot up rather than spend time with her. I'm so numb and just gone.
I feel like I'm slowly deteoriating and that one day, I'm going to lose my will to live. I'm scared and feel that it is closer to approaching than it has been in the past.
If anyone has seen the movie, The Science of Sleep, I can associate myself feeling like Stephane. He has no purpose in life, no sense of direction, and feels as if his dreams are better than reality. He chooses to focus on his imagination and the fantasies he creates rather than dealing with his weak existence.
What's the point of waking up if your dreams are better than reality?
I have a wonderful girlfriend, a loving family, and I'm going to the college of my dreams. Yet, I have no motivation to wake up each morning.
It feels as if I am just continuing life for everyone else, I've lost all ability to feel anything for this world. I feel so detached, so alone, so empty. Nothing seems to make me feel as good as it used to, the beauty of this earth has lost itself.
I don't even feel like I can blame drugs solely for my problems anymore. I'm not stealing (as I used to) for drugs anymore, as that was what used to bring me all my problems. Now life is perfect, but yet I feel broken.
Drugs are the only thing that can help me cope at the moment. I look in my girlfriend's eyes and I know that I love her, yet I feel like I would easily choose to shoot up rather than spend time with her. I'm so numb and just gone.
I feel like I'm slowly deteoriating and that one day, I'm going to lose my will to live. I'm scared and feel that it is closer to approaching than it has been in the past.
If anyone has seen the movie, The Science of Sleep, I can associate myself feeling like Stephane. He has no purpose in life, no sense of direction, and feels as if his dreams are better than reality. He chooses to focus on his imagination and the fantasies he creates rather than dealing with his weak existence.
What's the point of waking up if your dreams are better than reality?