I did this, you can too.
my mom tells me that its just because of quarantine and that my emotions rise when im tired. shes right about one thing, im tired. i cant sleep until 3-5 am and i feel like roadkill that just recently got run over and is still alive, experienceing organ failure. i have two voices in my head now: the one that makes me count and tap things 5 times and the one that tells me to just grab some ibuprofen and fucking overdose because nobody wants me anymore. i know that the second voice (his name is steven) isnt true because my girlfriend loves me but it feels like shes the only one. this isnt a suicide note just a vent type thing ig. heres the few reasons im still alive:
-my two snails
-waiting for the next season of rick and morty
-waiting for my favourite webtoon to finish
-im 99% sure that you cant watch tv in wherever the fuck im going after i die
-i still havent been to japan, canada, or new zealand
yeah thats it uhh idk what else to fucking put here so bye ig