I literally don’t want to fucking do this anymore. That nauseating feeling that makes me want to rot away is constant nowadays. I am so drained. I don’t fucking care about myself anymore. I’m such a piece of shit. I’m not insecure about my appearance, it’s not that type of feeling. It’s me. I am fucking worthless as a person. I’ve been depressed my whole life. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Someone could break down my down and shoot me in the fucking face and I wouldn’t care. And why do I find it funny?
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Same. But I’m trying to fight it, god knows why.
Same here too. Drained and constantly nauseated. Most of the time I feel like a fraud… that I feel this way and want to end it but not telling anyone because I’m scared of being put away. I’ve lost my support system. Feeling really lost.
I posted recently about ending it next week. A part of me wants to hold back but the biggest part is planning it all out, taking care of loose ends and researching methods. I can’t see past next week.
I’m right there with you. Thanks for the rant. It’s nice not to feel so alone.
I get the part about not wanting to be put away. They put people are at high risk of doing god knows what with people who are just suicidal and depressed, sometimes they aren’t even separated; it’s insane and so, so, so unsafe.
This is like a page I could of written, word for word, extremely relatable.