taking a mental health day tomorrow
i don’t know why my anxiety is pounding away at me with its paranoia and overwhelming self-hatred, but i think a day away from work with a few hours truly alone will do me some good

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taking a mental health day tomorrow
i don’t know why my anxiety is pounding away at me with its paranoia and overwhelming self-hatred, but i think a day away from work with a few hours truly alone will do me some good
And tomorrow I have to say goodbye to my cat 😭
I have trust issues. I have problems putting trust in what is shared reality. You say this, and he says that, and she said what!!?
I can see it but it's lies, I can see the scheming, so I undermine.
They thought I was drunk, I know they did, cause when they do plans change and certain things are certainly ways.
So I drank one beer, and the rest i spit out, I paid for it afterall, so no one should mind.
And sure enough, because they thought I drank too much those schemers schemes started to show,
So HAH!
I want to say I came out on top, but if it's truly this way...
And I'm not being crazy as they call it,
Rucky duckidy fuck. I guess I am alone.
.
I tried to tell u
of the demons I hide,
locked up still screaming,
deep down inside.
I told of the pain
that gnaws at my soul,
feelings I felt,
far beyond my control.
I had hoped you would see,
and not runaway.
pulled me together,
not been so afraid.
but here in my world,
of darkness and sorrow,
I have learned not to expect,
not to look for tomorrow.
for its in this moment,
that we live our lives
this fraction of time,
just trying to survive
no future to see,
no hopes and no dreams,
emotionless cripple,
to old it would seem.
now I just sit,
alone in my world,
watching her page..
wondering what for.
knowing its over,
my book I do close,
marking the ending,
a dark bloodied rose.
representing my darkness
and the blood I have shed.
the sadness,the sorrow..
the loneliness I dread.
I am the dark muse...
And death is my companion.
also, i’ve accepted that no one is going to ask how i am, but it’s so much better when they don’t even reply if i ask if they can talk
Being truly alone is not when you have no bf/Gf. it is when the people you call friends don't know the real you. it is when your sisters your father and mother have no idea who is the real you. Being truly alone is when no one NO ONE on earth knows the person you really are. And you set there wishing that there is someone you can talk to. someone that would love the real you , not the facade you put on when you are with them. being truly alone is when the closest people think that your sad face your resting face. they think that your hurt face is your tired/sleepy face. your fakest smile is your true smile. because you have gotten so good at lying to them about how you feel that no one actually knows the real person you are. That is truly alone