My close friend has been dead for a year now. Although I have a feeling that we only talked yesterday, it was the will of chance that changed everything. He said goodbye and he's gone, and the memory of him is there, and the mental problems that arose as a result of this incident, too. I need to keep moving on, but realizing that sometimes I lose the strength and desire to do it discourages any motivation and desire to do it. As a result, I'm starting to draw less and less, and I'm getting more trapped in my not-so-good thoughts. Thanks to my now close friends: Deimos , Biba for being in touch all the time, listening to all the nonsense that was happening to me, helping me, supporting me, giving me strength and hope that this nightmare would end, not letting me sink even deeper into my introspection, self-flagellation and not loving myself.

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I don’t recognize myself anymore after everything that happened. As if there is me before and after this and that now I cannot become the same.

I hope this whole nightmare happening in my life will end someday.

In the meantime, I do not know what awaits me next.