I do need time, a lot of it, actually. I find myself constantly craving more moments, more chances to make sense of everything that’s been building up inside me. But time doesn’t wait, does it? It keeps moving, indifferent to my struggles, slipping away no matter how tightly I try to hold onto it. I feel like I’m running out of time as if every second is pushing me further away from any hope of regaining control. Everything feels overwhelming, and no matter what I do, things only seem to spiral further out of reach, unraveling faster than I can gather the strength to face them.
There’s so much I want to change, so much I wish I could make right, but the weight of it all is exhausting. The constant struggle, the pain I’ve tried to hide, and the burdens I’ve carried alone, it all feels like too much now. I’m starting to realize that it isn’t really more time that I need. I don’t think I have the energy to keep waiting, hoping things will somehow get better.
At this point, time wouldn’t change anything; it would only prolong the hurt, the weight of everything that’s been left unspoken and unresolved. I don’t want to keep suffering, to keep struggling just to survive each day. So, no, I don’t need time anymore. What I need is something deeper, something more final, I need freedom from this pain, peace from the constant inner turmoil. I want liberation from everything that’s held me captive, from the battles that have drained every ounce of strength I had. I long for a release, a chance to finally let go and feel at peace, to find a sense of calm that time alone could never bring.
The Thought Box 
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