I had thought I've reached a point in which even he doesn't trust my problem's genuineness.
The entire run, the only thing I could think of was making everything worse, my supposedly realistic side turned as dark and non-sensible as ever.
It got worse and my side of hope has began collapsing. For a moment I thought I was alone at it, it only made it worse.
But then he stopped me.
I fight the emotional side with the realistic, and he has to fight the realistic, that naturally denies all sense in my naturally senseless actions so called.
Then it shattered. I got hold of myself, realizing what the hell was just running through my head. It wasn't I. Why would I throw myself into the depths of the contaminated river? Why would I write a post about being alone, about no one believing me, about the darkness taking over me?
If he didn't stop, if he didn't tell me what's he's going through, and how he feels when I'm like this, there'd be a much more bitter post written instead, not by me, not the realistic one at least. I need help, and fast. If this damages the most important thing I have, it would kill me. I can't let that happen. I wasn't the only one troubled during the run.
He's there, on my darkest times.
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