I just can’t do life right now.
I want to carve myself up so someone else will have to take care of me for a while, and so I can turn off all the pain and chaos.
Or I want to just kill myself already. It feels so inevitable. I want my life, god I want it so bad, but this thing I’m surviving is not a life, and it isn’t mine.
Fuck it. I’m going to bed.
I’m sorry. For existing.