i have a generally good idea why i became and am, self destructive. i know how to correct it, i know what i should do to in all areas of my life. for some reason i just do the opposite. i don’t like being depressed, i don’t like being suicidal, but for some reason i put myself into these situations very conscious of the toll it will have on me later.
i feel like im just wasting time prolonging the inevitable.
ive always been very smart, sociable, athletic, good looking. even my childhood and parents were alright, (as fucked up as they were/are, not even […]
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