woofwag
Bad dog
- Sep 17, 2025
- 186
That I'm going to CBT. I know I will, it's inevitable. I think I'll do it sometime before the 16th of next month. That's when my student loans go into the repayment phase. And guess who has no fucking money?
Sometimes I catch myself getting excited to finish something or plan something that will never happen. Doing a clown drag show with my friend, finishing up my crochet and knitting projects, getting to sew custom plushies for people, finishing my stories, even things as small as finishing a coloring book can make my heart sink a bit. Worst of all, being able to talk to the rest of my system who are essentially hibernating from me. I miss them. They were my family. But I know most of those things I will never be able to do anyway. I'm far too burnt out for that.
I kinda fucked up my life forever these past few months. No money, no job, disabled, hella student loans and I didn't even get my degree, plus I couldn't get a job with my degree anyway. It's creative writing with an art minor, which I can't do anything with since I don't have the energy to read or write anymore. What a fuckin loser I am. I wish I could be better, I really do. But there's no going back now. That pound of poison glares at me from behind my closet. A preservative, but it won't preserve this body. I hope my molecules can rest in space for a bit before trying to reform into anything, because I feel now that everything is wrong with me down to the microscopic level. I hope there's some better person or thing out there who can make use of the energy I'll dissipate into. Nothing gained, nothing lost, just a system recycling itself and the untaken potential of a person who could never be enough...
Sometimes I catch myself getting excited to finish something or plan something that will never happen. Doing a clown drag show with my friend, finishing up my crochet and knitting projects, getting to sew custom plushies for people, finishing my stories, even things as small as finishing a coloring book can make my heart sink a bit. Worst of all, being able to talk to the rest of my system who are essentially hibernating from me. I miss them. They were my family. But I know most of those things I will never be able to do anyway. I'm far too burnt out for that.
I kinda fucked up my life forever these past few months. No money, no job, disabled, hella student loans and I didn't even get my degree, plus I couldn't get a job with my degree anyway. It's creative writing with an art minor, which I can't do anything with since I don't have the energy to read or write anymore. What a fuckin loser I am. I wish I could be better, I really do. But there's no going back now. That pound of poison glares at me from behind my closet. A preservative, but it won't preserve this body. I hope my molecules can rest in space for a bit before trying to reform into anything, because I feel now that everything is wrong with me down to the microscopic level. I hope there's some better person or thing out there who can make use of the energy I'll dissipate into. Nothing gained, nothing lost, just a system recycling itself and the untaken potential of a person who could never be enough...