I know what I need to do but I'm not doing it. I am the only thing weighing me down. I know it only makes it worse, yet I still chase it. There's no reason to write this, I don't intend on anyone seeing it anyway. But writing it feels better nonetheless. Maybe I just tell myself that. Someone else out there is going through it. Same as me. I feel so cringe writing this. No one wants to read it, let alone cares. I was dealt an amazing hand and chose to fold for some stupid impulse.