what a shitty life

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@losing-my-memory
what a shitty life
I can feel it happening again. I'm slipping away. There's a hole in my chest. I'm spending money on things that I don't need. I can feel myself spiraling. I'm at the point where I need to decide whether I should just let it happen or exhaust myself by trying to fight it. It's such an endless cycle. When will this end? Why can't I just be normal for once?
every day i wake up, think about killing myself and then do absolutely fuck all about it
Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years
Being alive is very bad for my nervous system.
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝.
“u look tired” i literally want to die
I just wanna give up. I can't do this shit anymore, I can't keep living like this. Everyday is sooo hard and I just need everything to stop. It feels like I'm running out of air, pls set me free I can't survive this fight.
"you're so strong" "you're so resilient" "you're so brave" what if I don't want to be? what if I want to break down and cry? why do I have to be strong?
I don’t wanna keep fighting.
Will this stop? At any point in time, will this stop?
i’m exhausted. i’m constantly exhausted. i go to bed exhausted. i wake up exhausted. every day, every hour i’m exhausted. it’s exhausting.
And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.
the worst fucking part about this shit is that I wasn’t even born this way, someone or many someones and somethings had to hurt me so bad that i ended up this way
You ever feel grief for the person you could’ve been if none of this ever happened to you?
The best medication that could help me with my mental illness?a bullet through my head