It’s really lucky that I’m not alone, and that I don’t have anything sharp.
Because today is one of those days where I’m this close to throwing in the towel and ending it.
I’m tired of all this bullshit and maybe I should end it with them because I can’t do it
I can’t function I can’t work I can’t do it
nothing is working right and I’m cold and I’m sobbing silently and I can’t do it.
I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t
help me dear god or I’ll be gone by dawn
would you even notice?
I couldn’t breathe yesterday.
Today feels like I got a new lease on life.
It can be said that I went back to the same thing
but I don’t believe it is the same at all.
It feels different, though it feels like home.
I missed them so much.
I pulled open the cut again. I just can’t deal with shit like this.
I feel useless. Alone and useless.