“At a certain point I’m either going to have to notice that I’m mad and like I want to stay mad but it’s only just making me miserable to prisoning me”
By Elsa Kennedy
Fiction. Based on a True Anger I need to Let Go.
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
You need to wake up. You need to get out of bed. You need to do something with your life. You’re nothing. You have nothing right now.
You can’t be held accountable for anything. No one can call you for help. You’re too busy in your own world you’ve created. Everything is so sad in your world. Everything is pain. Everything hurts there. So why are you staying there? Multiple people have reached out to help you, but you turn them away. You’re so deep in, you don’t know the damage you’ve been causing.
You take pills and more pills to get better, but do they actually make you better? You’ve been taking the same pills for years and you’re just getting worse. Your body is slowly deteriorating. You’re young and have a full life to live, but you choose to stay in bed with no one by your side. Doesn’t that say something? You need to find another alternative. You need to try a little harder than just taking some pills.
You always have something. Sometimes it’s really nothing; you just fake it to stay in bed. You have a body that has failed you. You have pains that some don’t understand. You have a sickness some don’t understand. However, everyone’s been through struggles too. Yet, they show up.
You need to do something rather than just let life pass by. You live off people who don’t really know what else to do with you. They just let you be. But you’re not doing anything, you’re just there. You only contribute carbon dioxide to this world. Nothing else.
Wake the fuck up! You’re losing everything and pretty soon, they’re will be nothing left. Absolutely nothing. Do you really want to live like this?
Do you actually think you’re living? Because you’re not, you’re alive but you’re not living. Stop whining. Just stop it!
What do people say about you? They pity you. They pity you because you’re weak. You let the pain consume you and you’ve let it for years now. You’re weak. You’re weak.
It’s time to wake up and do something.