I don’t know if my fear comes from not wanting to hurt others or just me being anxious or my brain telling me this is the wrong choice. But I don’t think anything else is worth living for and I don’t think my brain ever served me with anything. Maybe it’s my parents who doesn’t give a fuck about me or it’s me telling myself that. I want some time alone but I don’t want to isolate myself, i feel empty and sad but i know this is not sadness or emptiness, this is me finally giving up.