Hey man. I think about it a lot too. But something that helps, is just saying "I can do one more day." At one point last winter I said I'd give myself until spring. Mostly because the spot I wanted to do it at would need the trails cleared of snow. But, I'm here. Every day is dark for me. I try to find my own light. There's always something left, even if I have to look hard for it . I hate myself, but I love myself too. I hate living, it's a curse. But it's also the most precious of gifts, and I love it too. I'm always at odd with myself I feel, and I wish I didn't have to do that, but if I were anyone else I wouldn't get to be me. It's amazing how I can feel so lost yet right at home, but maybe that's just because I've found ways to make wherever I am just that.
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