last thing i want rn are voices telling me shit

I still have this embracing regret of someone dearly beloved that I lost.

I still hunger for that somebody.

I still cannot forgive myself for things I have done...

Four years.

Not a single change of all these things.

Surely, as I keep just charging forward, I can break them down and change it.

I still have the belief that staying on the spiral of darkness without struggling to even get out of it is your actual death.

I wonder if I am applying that belief enough to myself. If I am even living this whole time that I did my business degree?

I still have a safe bubble that I dont wanna pop: