Being stuck in the rut of finding life unbearable yet being afraid to die is the worst feeling I’ve ever had to deal with. I’m not a natural depressive, and I haven’t been suicidal until recently. I hate to call myself a victim of circumstance, but fuck me, there’s only so much bad luck you can have before you have to admit that’s what you are. My appearance seems to be going down the shitter, and that in itself I could deal with, I’m not a vain person, but the problem is it’s taking the rest of my existence with it. My friends suddenly don’t […]