I pray to God that this isn’t the end, and that I’m not being lied to.
This is probably the worst I’ve ever felt in my life, it doesn’t even feel real. I am to the point where whenever I go to sleep, I hope that I do not wake up. And if it does go the wrong way, I no longer see a point. I give up.

All that is keeping me going is the slight hope I’ve been given..