I feel so bad. It doesn't really matter what words I use - what keys I hit.
My mum makes me feel sooo fucking bad by treating me nicely.
I feel so undeserving, unworthy and inadequate. I feel like nothing, empty and lacking and broken and ruined, just fucked.
I feel so tired, so drained and weak and powerless and disgusted. Overwhelmed, yet underwhelmed.
It's not enough, I need more; It's too much, I can't handle this.
I'm so sensitive and so apathetic. I'm trying my best to hold onto my cares but I just want to disregard them.
I'm conflicted and dissonant and confused and uncertain, and certainty is created.
I think about the pain my death would cause,
then I think about the pain I'm in..
I feel trapped. I hate all this obligation.
I feel like I exist solely to suffer.
I don't want to die I'm just sad and lonely and I don't have it in me anymore..
but I'll find it somewhere.
Every time I pass my limit/reach my end/am completely overwhlemed/fed up, it passes and I end up right back here soon enough.
I'm just so sick of all this hurt.
I feel so fucking trapped, helpless and hopeless and powerless and doomed
I don't even know what I'm doing.
This is undignified. I am indignant. I have no dignity.
Death feels dignified.