March 01, 2026
The sun has risen yet my weary eyes remain wide open. We have now officially entered the third month of the year.
How... how is this even possible? It feels like just yesterday that I was on the 24th floor, watching the city lights and fireworks as I longed for the other half of my soul.. That was last December.
It's March now.
As I lie in bed, a heavy feeling presses on my chest, as if the weight of my own decisions has come to sit on my lungs, to suffocate me for my never-ending stupidity.
Why is it so easy for me to lose agency of my mental faculties when I'm conducting my own ruin, yet when it comes to taking my own life, I'm suddenly in control of the reins?
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