Too late.

Just another something I had said to a friend of mine a while ago. I found it in a message and thought it publish-worthy.

I just feel like my entire world is crashing down around me, like I'm trapped in my own body and there's no way out, and I don't want to feel like this, I really hate it. I've prayed and prayed for things to brighten up, but they never have. I know there isn't really anything you can do to help, but you're my only hope. You're honestly the only person I know who really understands what I'm going through, and I love you so much for that and appreciate it a lot. I've just gotten to the point where I'm afraid of myself. just like I'm afraid of everything I've already done or had happen. every time I realize how terrified I am, it's too late.

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