february in alaska
wandering aimlessly
- Sep 13, 2023
- 465
I'm not ready, both in terms of getting SN + supplies and mental preparation. I've given up and I still just feel anxious all day. Haven't done university assignments in a week, I've been calling out sick from work because I can't get out of bed, skipping classes too. I feel awful, all the time. And I just saw a congratulations message from my university about graduation this May and it's just another reminder that I need to hurry the fuck up and get this done with.
February, March, April, fucking whatever at this point. But it needs to happen before graduation, before my job kicks me out (they only really want to hire current students) and before my parents start trying to get me into a place of my own and draining finances into stuff for an adulthood I don't plan on having. I can't keep dragging myself through this. I can't keep dreading every single day and every single minute, every person, every event, all of it. I'm fucking miserable.
Hell. At this point, maybe a gun isn't such a bad idea, as long as I'm careful to do it right. I hate the thought of leaving such a mess and the idea of my mom seeing my body like that, but that's where I'm at. I literally can't do this anymore. I haven't been able to do this for the last decade and I sure as fuck can't do it now. It is never going to get better. I want to punch myself in the face for all my hesitation and thoughts of "but I love [this thing]" and "but I don't want to hurt [this person]!" Fuck that. Get a grip. The things I love, the things I enjoy, the people I care about, none of that has ever outweighed the rest of it and it never will. And I'm never going to be able to move on until I get that through my own thick skull
I would pay an ungodly amount of money for someone to come up behind me in the park and shoot me in the back of the head. I never asked to be alive.
February, March, April, fucking whatever at this point. But it needs to happen before graduation, before my job kicks me out (they only really want to hire current students) and before my parents start trying to get me into a place of my own and draining finances into stuff for an adulthood I don't plan on having. I can't keep dragging myself through this. I can't keep dreading every single day and every single minute, every person, every event, all of it. I'm fucking miserable.
Hell. At this point, maybe a gun isn't such a bad idea, as long as I'm careful to do it right. I hate the thought of leaving such a mess and the idea of my mom seeing my body like that, but that's where I'm at. I literally can't do this anymore. I haven't been able to do this for the last decade and I sure as fuck can't do it now. It is never going to get better. I want to punch myself in the face for all my hesitation and thoughts of "but I love [this thing]" and "but I don't want to hurt [this person]!" Fuck that. Get a grip. The things I love, the things I enjoy, the people I care about, none of that has ever outweighed the rest of it and it never will. And I'm never going to be able to move on until I get that through my own thick skull
I would pay an ungodly amount of money for someone to come up behind me in the park and shoot me in the back of the head. I never asked to be alive.