To whoever finds this journal: Keep working, keep trying, keep moving because you are so lucky. It took me 50 years to realize that I was just like you at one point.

The shadow of eternity looms over this planet, eclipsing my view. It’s weight has crushed me. I can’t move...I don’t want to.

So many faces that haunt me. But I can't reach out to a single one. I talked to so many of my struggles, but no one understands.