Everything is exhausting. Even the things i used to love doing has become a chore.
It’s tiring.
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Everything is exhausting. Even the things i used to love doing has become a chore.
It’s tiring.
basically, there's nothing they could do
every year i reach new lows and wish i killed myself earlier
I wanted to die yesterday.
I want to die today.
I’ve been wanting to die for months.
Hopefully I’m dead by tomorrow.
I feel so alone
I don’t know how much longer i can go…
my whole life is just one big try not to kill yourself challenge, and im losing
Can’t remember the last time I was truly happy.
I just know i’ll ’end’ early.
Wether that be by an accident or self made.
Idk. Thats a future me problem.
I just want to sit with my headphones and not talk to anyone. Leave me alone.
“Where do you see yourself in the future”
Bb I don’t. I do not. I do not see myself. There is no future.
Nobody ever really cares…
my mind is blank, disconnected, numb, but my chest hurts so bad, i want to tear it open and crush that disgusting unworthy heart.
I have to keep pretending. Just keep pretending. Just pretend everything is fine.
I just want to let it all out.
Found that on pinterest. And it's fucking relatable
the fact that i exist irritates me at least once a day
"Tell me: what are you thinking?"
I'm thinking of killing myself, I'm thinking how things would be better without me, I hate myself, I hate comparing myself to other people, I'm so sick of myself...