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Dying while Living. I've read some articles over the internet about people who commit suicide. Reports gave different reasons why those people executed themselves. Upon reading different stories and suicide notes, there's one thing I realized. People don't die from suicide, they die from sadness. Right now, I'm feeling like I'm close to it. It’s hard to find happiness when you feel like you’ve failed, that you’re never going to get what you want. I thought I am contented with what I am right now, well, I was, not until, my very own family discouraged my confidence. They said words I don't expect to hear from them. Words that stabbed deeply my heart. They said you need a man to break you so you become strong. Well, who needs someone if they can do it themselves. It was always my family who's been my inspiration for striving hard, but the same reason for my sadness and heartbreak. I was at work earlier. I do what I usually do, face the children, give them lessons and teach, and give my best smile before leaving the class. I’m doing my best to stay positive because that’s what gets me through the day. But deep inside of me, I don't feel alive anymore. I feel like I'm a two-faced wench hiding what I really feel, my real expressions. I realize now that the person I used to be is not the person I am. I don't like to live anymore. If it weren’t for the fact that the sun is so hot, the earth would probably be frozen solid. That’s what sadness does to you. It freezes your heart so that nothing feels good anymore. I am in a prison of my own cell. They said you can’t save people from their sadness. All you can do is share with them. Who can I turn to when the people I thought I can be with through the ends of this world, left me and broke my heart into bits of pieces. I know what it’s like to feel sadness, it’s like a dark cloud above your head. The heaviness is unbearable and the voices you do not know where they come from keep on whispering indistinct words I do not understand that worsens the headache I feel. Life is tough. Life is hard. Sometimes life is so hard that you can barely breathe. I am being compared to my beginning with someone else’s middle. I know I am left behind but I don't want to be reminded of it because I am doing my best to create my own timeline. It felt like I don't have much time left, with all the pressure in their words. I’ll be okay, but I can’t be happy right now. It was like I was conjuring up this sadness and it was just spilling out of me. There’s always a hole inside me. Sometimes it’s empty, sometimes it’s full. Sadness is like surviving a war, but there’s no peace at the end. I feel so lonely and so melancholy. Abandoned and unappreciated, the worst things in life to feel but they gave me the whole privilege to feel it. I feel like I’m in the wrong place. I don't feel I belong to anyone. I don't have a home to stay. I feel so alone. It’s like the rest of the world is moving past me and I’m stuck in one place. Can this all end in one night? At 3 am where everything is in silence, voices become so vivid and loud. My eyes are worn-out crying in discreet. My sadness becomes heavy on that witching hour. I am praying to heal and mend myself. I don't want to make my life go to waste because somehow I still see hope. I want to apologize for having an entry like this. This is not for everybody to feel sorry and pity me, but I tried my best to put what I feel into words. I am really in a mess right now. Thank you for reading without judgment. I'll get through this. Hopefully very soon. I'll stay active as I can be, just to get by. It helps me somehow. 🎭

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