i'm the first depressed person to be lazy for real

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@terminal-solitude
i'm the first depressed person to be lazy for real
Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.
“it gets better!!!”
yea for two weeks until i fall apart again and end up at the starting line. it’s just a vicious cycle
use my organs when i die. let me be useful for once, since i couldn’t achieve it in this pathetic life.
i wish I could watch people find out im dead. see their face when they think about me gone, watch how they behave with the knowledge when they're not being seen. i want to know if i was truly as abysmally alone as i feel. if any of them ever thought of me as i did of them.
seeing their joy when they find out I'm dead would heal something vicious in me. like I finally did something right for once.
im so fucking tired of myself
it especially hurts that i am so fucked up that i can't make or sustain friendships, have a decade long relationship with self harm, poor emotional regulation and a shit relationship with my family, but that there's no actual reason for any of it. no diagnosis. no community. just pure, constant isolation and heartbreak.
i get to the end of my rope every few weeks. i fucking hate myself.
i deserve to be alone forever. i think about permanently solving this problem daily.
i wish I could watch people find out im dead. see their face when they think about me gone, watch how they behave with the knowledge when they're not being seen. i want to know if i was truly as abysmally alone as i feel. if any of them ever thought of me as i did of them.
i love giving up and getting worse
lore update i wanna die
severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person
why isn’t anyone allowed to be wrong anymore? it’s okay to be wrong. being wrong, and realizing you were wrong, is how you learn and grow.
having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
Voyeurism but it's you watching me kill myself, is this anything
if someone pressed a cold hard revolver against my forehead i would probably lean in and moan
fighting mental illness w substances and making art. as god Intended