Suicidal and I have no one to talk to about it.
Im in a prison of acquaintances.

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@blithe-abomination
Suicidal and I have no one to talk to about it.
Im in a prison of acquaintances.
I hate these nights where I’m too tired and anhedonic to do do or watch anything, but not tired enough to sleep, sitting awake by myself…
I get so anxious and sad. I have literally no one, not even my own company…
I don’t understand my point in being here anymore. I’ve lost myself, I’ve lost everyone.
My goals and dreams are dead.
I have fantasies about disappearing.
I just walk into the woods and never come out and everyone forgets me and I forget them too, and then there’s nothingness.
No more pain and no more fear and no more expectations and no more guilt. No one to hurt me.
Consciouslessness is heaven because consciousness is hell.
Death is the only cure for life.
I hope that within 5-10 years every ice "agent" in jail
Not happening :)
You can dream, but remember most dreams just stay that way. 💅✨
just found out about this cute little birdy and i am in love
Crotophaga sulcirostris or Groove-billed Ani
I wanna die
the urge to disappear and never come back
Everything feels meaningless and it's not coming back.
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I know I’m way late to the party but. Im love designing princess versions of minor Mario enemies…..
I feel like I can't be confident with myself any more. I don't know what brings me joy, drawing is hard, I don't feel as creative or funny as I used to, I don't sing any more. What did I do to deserve this?
Yeah the anxiety has gone down... I think? But it had a price. How did I balance everything before? I can't remember.