People always say there's light at the end of the tunnel. But what if that tunnel is black as coal with no way out. Where is hope?

I know tomorrow I will be alone, a day as dark as night. I can't get it out of my head that I was born to follow in my brother's footsteps. It took a lot of courage what he did but I can't even do that right.

I hope tomorrow will be different, but I know different.

I'm sorry for isolating myself. I don't know why I do it. I just sometimes think, like my brother did, who would care. But if he only knew a lot of people cared. Why can't I feel that? Why do I shut people out? I'm just so tired of wearing this mask.

Bizi thanks for reaching out to me. I just don't want to bring people down.