So I’ve ended up isolating myself socially, to some extent. I stopped going to work, and I stopped being honest with the people who actively try to make me feel better. I just say that I’m okay, although I don’t really know how I feel. I try not to think, because when I start doing just that, I remember how much of a failure I am, and that I really should just end it. And that’s the only form of solace I’ve got. “Well, it might be bad, but I could always kill myself, so it’s okay I guess”.
I don’t really want to tell anyone […]