i feel like its just a constant back-and-forth between a life that’s tolerable and one that is absolute misery. i’ve gone this entire day speaking to nobody in-person, just stewing in my own thoughts as i try to get things finished around the house. i’m doing everything right, i’m practicing healthy coping skills and eating better and exercising and i have people in this world to live for but i just want to wipe it all away so i can disappear without it hurting anyone
it’s been this way for years, and i just don’t get the point anymore of enduring this constant psychache. i didn’t ask for this life, so i don’t know why i have to keep on living it against my own will
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I think this a lot sometimes too.