I don’t know how much longer I can survive. Each moment I’m living I want to go back to sleep where I can be unconscious. Living in this world feels like an ironic form of self harm.
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I like this. Not the severity of the pain your in but the fact the post explains my daily waking hours perfectly.
I wake up at 7am, bolt upright, thinking how the fuck am i gonna last 16 hours til weed/ sleepers turn my brain off.
I understand this feeling. All I can do is cope and wait for things to get better. But the space in between is one of emptiness and numb.