أشعرُ بالاحتراق، كلُّ شيءٍ يحترق بجانبي… كلُّ شيء. أستيقظُ

Baby, I’ve completely screwed up. I hate feeling like this—it’s pure agony. I’m giving it everything I’ve got, but it never seems to be enough.

Around me, everything’s fallen apart: the silence’s become deafening, and the world’s a chaotic blur. I can’t even piece together the fragments of my life anymore. It’s like I shattered every shard beyond repair.

I bolted from the group. We were one pack, but in a heartbeat, they turned on each other—bloodier than I ever imagined. I should feel lucky to be here, alive… but “lucky” feels like a cruel joke.

Depression claws at me, inch by inch. Loneliness is a living thing, whispering that I don’t belong. I hurt myself today—just to feel something beyond this numb terror. I know you’d hated that, but right now, it’s the only thing that makes me feel… alive.

My luck’s running out. The shrieks and groans of the dead—they’ve become background noise, stripped of their power to terrify me. But don’t be fooled: those shambling horrors will tear you apart if you get too close.

I wish I could keep talking, but the darkness is closing in. At least in my mind, I can still reach you. Stay safe… until we find each other again.

Idk what I would do in this world without cats 🐈

مع الوقت بدأت افهم واخد بالي من بواقي الاكتئاب، المشاعر الي جسمك كان محتاجها ومخدهاش، المشاعر الي المفروض كانت تطمنك ومتطمنتش، بتطلع علي هيئة خوف علي الي حوليك وعلي الي بتحبهم، تفكير مفرط ف ازاي احافظ عليهم بأكبر قدر ممكن ازاي اخلي بالي منهم ولو حاجة ممكن تسبب ليهم ضرر انا هتكفل بيها قصاد انهم ميتأذوش دا مش بس بيعمل عليك حمل كبير انت لازم تشيلة، لا هو كمان بيخلي الي قدامك فاكر انك بتسلبه حريته او بتسلبه تحقيق ذاته، علي الرغم من انك بس خايف عليه وعلي وجوده ممكن في لحظة سوء فهم يتقلب كل دا عليك وانك بقيت الشخص السيء