Is this me? Is this my illness? Am I actually ill? Am I just a bad person? Is this just who I am? Am I just an attention seeker? Is this real? What’s going on? I’m so confused.

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Is this me? Is this my illness? Am I actually ill? Am I just a bad person? Is this just who I am? Am I just an attention seeker? Is this real? What’s going on? I’m so confused.
I’m in the edge of collapse. I have exams. I have homework. I have expositions. I have work to do and nobody can help me. I don’t have time. I want to sleep. I want to rest. I need it, but I have to take me to the limit.
I’m trembling. I’m tired. I’m exhausted.
I’m giving up.
I can’t even cry. I can’t think. I can’t do anything because my brain doesn’t work anymore. My chest hurts.
I want this to go to hell.
I want this to end. To end. End.
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via amargedom)
“but we joke and laugh otherwise we would start screaming.”
— Charles Bukowski (via purplebuddhaquotes)
having the skill of being extremely quiet and accidentally scaring people because they didn’t hear you in the same room as them, or being so silent or hidden that people forget you’re there