it’s been a long week. it’s been a tough week.
but i’m being honest with myself. i need help, and i’m going to get it. my anger. my anxieties. my depression. it’s back, and it’s destroying my life. i’m constantly fatigued, i’m way too short with people, and i just can’t do it anymore. my urges are getting to be too much for me to handle, and i need to be responsible. i can’t continue to bury these skeletons in my closet and tell myself “i’m fine, i’m fine.” i do need to stop putting so much pressure on myself, and focus on becoming healthy again. it’s tough because i thought i was okay and that it was just a phase. but i just don’t feel valuable.
i don’t know what i live for. i don’t know who even cares.
i’m painfully alone. i’m in love with someone that’ll never be. i’m wasting my time trying to talk to my friends and family. the only communication i have is with the people i work with. and even there, i broke down tonight.
i can’t continue to do this to myself, and i need to listen to my brain.