Im just tired…Tired of living…tired of being a failure. I don’t know what to do anymore. I really don’t. I feel like im drowning in a black pool…I just want to end it…end all the pain and misery im feeling. They label me…They don’t know…they just assume…They’re not with me while im in my room…crying…hating myself…slicing up my wrists… The person they see has been gone for a while…They can’t see it but im dying inside…It hurts really bad. Im getting tired…of everything…Everywhere i turn theres critics…messing me up…criticising me for what i lack…happiness…fun…whatever that stuff use to mean anyway…im not happy…i just feel….dead….walking down […]
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i hate my anxiety. i hate my mental illness. i can’t work because of it. working terrifies me. every time I’ve went to a job interview I’ve had a panic attack or have had to take an Ativan and have been to drugged to be lucid enough to be interviewed. the older i get and the less work experience i acquire the worse it will get. eventually I’ll be 30 applying for a job. and an employer will see my application and ask why a 30 year old has never worked before. and I’ll have to say its because I’m mentally ill. there’s a lot […]