Anna - Gunnar Madsen

"I guess this is it.

There is just too little to hold on to. Every effort feels like mindless grasping at air.

Why not fight harder, you ask.

I get tired too.

Of the constant disappointments and feelings of dread.

Nothing is ever worth being so unhappy for.

I don't quite understand it either.

I was so good for so long, and it took only a few moments for everything I have worked so hard building to shatter and crumble.

Am I really so weak?

Or was I blinded by a false sense of whatever this was supposed to be.

I deserve more than this.

I know I am better than this."