Jasper
Never one… Without the other
- May 18, 2023
- 6
I think everything has been growing wrong for a while. My life has been on a steady decline, but every time I get close to breaking under it all, I'm temporarily pacified when something goes well.
I go through a rough break up with my ex, but then I gain a few friends out of it.
I start dealing with an annoying and persistent medical issue, but finally get a diagnosis for my ADHD
My grandma dies, but at least i got closer to my cousin after that.
I'm so sick of this rollercoaster. The false hope of things getting better, of things getting easier. Everyone always says things get easier, that this won't last forever. But it is. It's lasting forever.
I can't remember the last time I felt truly happy and secure. The last time I felt loved or truly wanted somewhere. The last time I got a hug. And now, my only anchor in this place, my only true lifelong friend, has passed away. My dog, June.
In an accident. In the very same way In which I always say is how I should have died, when i was younger. Drowning.
I just don't see a reason anymore, It's always such a fight, and I'm so tired of always fighting, for so little.
I SH'd today for the first time in about a year or two maybe, testing the waters I guess. I want to die. I'm scared, but I want to. I don't know why I'm scared. Maybe part of me still wants to hold onto hope, or maybe I just don't wanna inconvenience everyone with dealing with my crap after I'm dead.
I'm currently going through my room, throwing out things I don't want my family to find if I do do something. I don't think I've ever felt this ready to get it over with.
I go through a rough break up with my ex, but then I gain a few friends out of it.
I start dealing with an annoying and persistent medical issue, but finally get a diagnosis for my ADHD
My grandma dies, but at least i got closer to my cousin after that.
I'm so sick of this rollercoaster. The false hope of things getting better, of things getting easier. Everyone always says things get easier, that this won't last forever. But it is. It's lasting forever.
I can't remember the last time I felt truly happy and secure. The last time I felt loved or truly wanted somewhere. The last time I got a hug. And now, my only anchor in this place, my only true lifelong friend, has passed away. My dog, June.
In an accident. In the very same way In which I always say is how I should have died, when i was younger. Drowning.
I just don't see a reason anymore, It's always such a fight, and I'm so tired of always fighting, for so little.
I SH'd today for the first time in about a year or two maybe, testing the waters I guess. I want to die. I'm scared, but I want to. I don't know why I'm scared. Maybe part of me still wants to hold onto hope, or maybe I just don't wanna inconvenience everyone with dealing with my crap after I'm dead.
I'm currently going through my room, throwing out things I don't want my family to find if I do do something. I don't think I've ever felt this ready to get it over with.