I can’t do this anymore. I’m so tired. I’m tired of dealing with life. I fucking hate this. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I just want to go to sleep.
It’s been a bad day. It’s been forever since I’ve had this bad of a day. I can barely leave my bed. I keep crying for no reason. Why do I exist. I want to just disappear. I wish I was dead so badly. I wake up every morning just wanting to do it but I can’t because other people will be sad and I can’t do that to them. Why can’t I just be selfish.
Anyone else just have the feeling with the new year that we shouldn’t have made it this far? I didn’t want to make it this far. I still don’t want to make it this far. I’m tired, so so tired
I’m just so tired. I don’t see a point to this anymore. I just can’t do it. I just can’t do this anymore. I hate my job, I hate the people in my life, I see no point whatsoever to continue. I have no future. I’m just so tired and I want it to be over already.
Why can’t people set proper expectations. Why. I wanted tonight to be fun. I really did. Then he had to work. And set the expectation that he could get off early. But no. Now he’s stuck till close and didn’t even fucking mention it till now. And I’m just so disappointed. It fucking just wrecks me. And it’s so stupid for me to be upset about this. But I really just can’t take it when he knows my plans won’t work out and keeps the expectation that it will. Why why why must my life be full of let down expectations. I’m done with this. I’ve tried so hard. I’m trying. But it never works. My whole life doesn’t work. It’s a mess. I gave myself till the end of the year to decide. I have 2 months left in this gray area.
Every time I look in a mirror I don’t recognize myself. I see someone who isn’t me anymore. I feel like I’m just here, hiding inside this body and it isn’t me. It isn’t me anymore. I don’t know how much longer I can last. I really don’t. My boyfriends best friend constantly asks him to hang out with her and her boyfriend and I don’t know if she just purposely excludes me or he just doesn’t want to bring me. And I am struggling so hard. So hard to keep it together. I’m pretty certain he’s just embarrassed of me now and I can handle it. He never wants to show me off online, he’s stopped bringing me around his friends because I’m shy. I can’t do this. I really really can’t. I’m not myself. I’m living in someone else’s body parading around, pretending to be okay. I can’t do this anymore. I really can’t. Why do so many people I don’t want to care, have to care. I really fucking hate it.
I don’t feel like myself anymore. I feel like I’m watching someone pretend to be me while I’m watching through my eyes. I can’t do this. I just want to be myself again. I don’t want to wake up every morning feeling like I’m empty or I’m just going to be crying all day. I’m tired. I’m so tired of this world.
I tried to pretend to be fine in my last post but I really just think I’m at the edge of the cliff. I’m trying therapy, but honestly I can’t think about anything besides killing myself. I’m giving it till the new year. I’ll give it till then, see if anything helps. But my boyfriend is at the end of his rope with my mental problems even if I put up with his anger shit. I’ll let everyone have one good last Christmas then I’m out. I sincerely have no goals, no motivation, I cannot do this anymore. I can’t pretend to be okay anymore. I can’t pretend to be happy anymore. I can’t pretend that every time I get in my damn car that I don’t want to drive it straight into the wall. I’ll try to see if therapy can do anything, if I change my mind but I sincerely just can’t handle my brain anymore. It’s trying to kill me and it’s succeeding.
Do you ever just try to repeatedly tell yourself that you’re fine when you’re not? When you’re hurt by something that isn’t a big deal and shouldn’t be a big deal and you’re just telling yourself you’re fine because being upset over it isn’t really a valid thing? That’s where I am. Trying not to cry at work while telling myself I’m fine over and over again.
I hate that I can be out somewhere having fun, having a nice time, and trying to get drunk to forget my problems and always in the front of my mind I’m thinking about suicide. I don’t even feel tipsy even though I’ve drunken so much. We went to a golfing place and we were on the third floor and I just kept thinking if it would kill me jumping of the ledge from that third floor. I was surrounded by old coworkers and my boyfriend and still in my mind I thought I would be better off if I just sprinted off that ledge. I don’t know how much longer I’ll survive. I think I need like something covering my wrists to help me not thing about any of that. Out of sight and out of mind right? I’m suppose to start some therapy tomorrow so maybe that’ll help? Fuck idk I really don’t know how long I can last. I’ve lasted almost 10 years with this bullshit mental illness at least.
The other day, my boyfriend was being really nice to me after I had a bad mental day and I said thank you. And he responded with saying that I deserved to be treated that way. Ive never had anyone say that before and it made me happy because I’ve never really thought that I deserved to have people be nice to me. I just thought I’d post a happy thought on here because all I post is the bad stuff and looking back on a lot of my old posts, I want something happy in there.
Everyone reading this post too deserves to be treated nicely. I know it’s hard to think that. But you don’t have to. Because I’m telling you that you deserve it whether you believe it or not.
One day I’ll have the strength to get out
On Friday I reported a coworker who was borderline harassing me and making me feel uncomfortable. And I keep going back and forth on if I should’ve reported them or not. And honestly it’s making me more and more anxious and depressed because now I wish I just didn’t exist so this problem wouldn’t exist and I know the easiest way out of this, but I can’t take that exit because itd make others very sad. And I’m just at the point where it takes very little to have me have those thoughts. It’s not even just wanting to cut myself to calm down it’s just instantly wanting to kill myself and end it all. Any situation anything that makes me slightly question myself just makes me fall into my hole unable to get myself out of anything and losing all hope and motivation I have. I honestly don’t know how much longer I can do this
Honestly, is there a point to living. I feel like there is no overall goal and we are just living in hell and I just want to get out and stop at this point.
I laid here for an hour wishing you would notice. I was over here digging my nails into my arm. When I grabbed your hand you just asked me “why?” There is no why behind it. It just happens. I can’t stop it. It just goes. You try to make me feel better. But I know you don’t care. You gave yourself to me to make me feel better but then left immediately once it was done. Now I’m just laying here trying not to cry. I feel so alone. The one person I trust, I can’t even open up to you. It’s nearly impossible for me to try. Because every time I explain, you don’t understand, you are confused, and don’t even try to hide it. You just look at me like I’m some sort of pariah in your life who just gets sad for no reason and doesn’t know how to be happy for a while. I try. I really do. I just need you to hold my hand for me. That’s all I need.
I love you. Yet you make me want to throw up. You’re mad at the world, so it makes you mad at me cuz I still have my job. Even the small things you don’t even realize. Yet I sit here feeling numb taking it because I believe i deserve it. I’ve always wanted someone to abuse me. I always wanted it because I thought I deserved it. Now I’m not so sure.
If one mistake I made before we were even a thing was all it fucking took why am I even here. Why did I even try? Why did I let you be the reason I lived? I should’ve killed myself when I had the chance. Before you slithered in and “saved” me.
You took away my one source of pain relief and took away my back up. I can barely come up with ideas around it so you don’t fucking know. I can’t cut because you’ll see it. I can’t drink because then I can’t drive to see you. I sat in the shower trying to boil myself alive and it barely worked. I am falling apart inside and I can’t do anything to distract myself from the internal pain. My only hope is this goddamn lighter but that pain doesn’t leave much of a scar. And the visual reminder helps me too. You left me but here we still fucking are. We talk everyday and we can’t let go. And I need us to let go or work through it because I really can’t do this much longer.
It’s so hard for me to sleep without you. I am exhausted but I just can’t do it. I keep thinking about us. And how we should’ve failed months ago. And I just feel like something is wrong. But I can’t put my finger on it. I just want to know the truth. I can’t sleep without you. You’re my best friend and it’s so hard. I wish I could just read your mind.
I don’t know what to do, I don’t have friends to talk to about this shit cuz of course my friends are friends with my boyfriend but I feel like our relationship is coming to an end and I’m wishing so much it isn’t but I know it is and when it’s finally over I’m gonna fall apart. I honestly just want something to happen to make it end easier but I know it’s not and it’s going to be painful but literally we can’t spend more than half a day with each other without one of us getting annoyed at the other and I don’t think that’s how relationships are suppose to work. And when he gets annoyed with me I feel worthless like why am I even alive. I hate that when I get upset the first fucking thought is that I should kill myself. I don’t think that’s ever going to go away. I keep cutting myself and trying to hide it. At least I hurt myself less because of him because I’m terrified he’s going to find out I hurt myself and the last time that happened he broke down but it’s just so easy and helps me feel so much better afterwords. I hate that it makes me feel better. To see the blood and be like “hey I actually bleed, I’m real, this is real” instead of just feeling like an empty shell who used to be a person. Guess we’ll see what happens. Just gotta make it through the holidays. January something will happen. I know it.