Was feeling okay until we did a fucking workout and then went downhill like fuck.
It's so hard and I have no motivation and I don't care and I don't understand why I should put myself through that when I've been working all day and I'm so tired and almost everything in my day is things I have to do that I don't want to. It's like there's nothing in my life that's for me and enjoyable left It's all just societies slave.
My s/o was asking me about techniques and I don't know, I wish I was dead, writing about it just dwells on it, and I feel empty and dead and blank and hopeless nothing else means anything it's like I'm a ghost trapped for no reason, endless suffering.
In that moment I am thinking about going out and taking drugs with a likeliness of bas side effects, trying to get raped or assaulted because those things make.more sense to me.tjan why I shouod keep taking sachets because my bodies fucked and they won't help me.
















