I have given up.

I never thought I would see the day that my dream in life would slip away, it was the one thing that kept me going most days. Always dreaming of something better perhaps some call it naive to live in such a place of imagination but it was helping to save me from living in the bad realistic of the world. There is something so powerful in hope it gives you a strength a belief in yourself that anything is possible. However when you live with that hope being stepped on kicked aside and drained from you each and everyday what is left. I feel so empty inside. I packed up all my crafts, the place that was my world to dream and trash them. I dont feel myself wanting to dream and I have surpassed the emotion of anger for the person who I allowed bring me to this point. I feel so stuck. I shut service off to my phone, deactivated social mediain an attempt to close out the world. WiFi is helping make this last journal posts as I dont have a desire to be apart of the daily group anymore. Days will be spent working, sleeping and just waiting for the day, my time to come. I don't feel suicidal which is strange considering how I feel like I am drifting through life right now. I feel alone l, always knew I was different so now I just want to be alone.