Why am I still here....... I wake up and nothing argues back. No dread. No hope. Just the quiet understanding that I’m still here and don’t know why. I go through the motions because they’re familiar, not because they mean anything. Breathing happens. Time passes. I follow. There’s a question that keeps circling, soft but relentless: How am I supposed to be here still when I don’t feel like I can stay here? Not leaving. Just staying. Staying feels heavier than anyone warned me about. I don’t feel like I belong to this moment, or the next one. I feel like I’m borrowing time I don’t know how to use. Nothing hurts sharply enough to name. Nothing comforts enough to hold. It’s just this dull pressure the exhaustion of continuing without the feeling of wanting to. People talk about strength, but this doesn’t feel like strength. It feels like inertia. Like being held in place by something invisible that hasn’t let go yet. I’m not reaching for anything. I’m not falling either. I’m just suspended here, still, unsure how long “still” is supposed to last. The saddest part is how quiet it all is. No drama. No breaking point. Just the ongoing effort of existing when you don’t feel anchored to being here. And yet here I am. Not because it feels right. Not because it feels hopeful. Just because the moment hasn’t released me yet.
that's good ngl nice job
welcome stay safe
okie welcome for the medal too
Well you are good with it amazing ✌🏻
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