struggles_inc
life is a highway and i wanna wreck my car
- Jun 24, 2023
- 443
So I was preparing to go to bed. Went through my usual routine. Cleaned myself, prepared my clean clothes, my fluffy towel. Then The Thought went through my brain, and as soon as it fired, I grabbed a box cutter and slashed my wrist 8 times. Not for ending it, just… no reason. Felt like scratching an itch.
I'm typing this while pressing a towel to my wrist. The bleeding stopped, the towel is a little wet. I will clean the wound.
My home country is slowly ceasing internet access from its citizens. That includes my family. I am working on some kind of solution, but the pressure I feel from it drives me insane. Every day I talk to people who's lost hope while I'm still working to keep my loved ones safe no fucking matter what. I keep coming up with ideas and keep researching until deep in the night.
I've recently received my first huge business deal. My clients love me. My partners ask me for advice. People keep seeking my company. I should be happy. I'm getting a lot of academical success lately. I'm praised by my professors, too. Everybody fucking loves me.
I drink more than 10 mugs of coffee every day. I hear Opéra music in my head and can't turn it off. I am literally going insane trying to stay perfect and trying to solve shit.
Maybe I cut myself so hard impulsively to check if I'm still real, still consist of true human meat.
I don't want to die… but…
I'm typing this while pressing a towel to my wrist. The bleeding stopped, the towel is a little wet. I will clean the wound.
My home country is slowly ceasing internet access from its citizens. That includes my family. I am working on some kind of solution, but the pressure I feel from it drives me insane. Every day I talk to people who's lost hope while I'm still working to keep my loved ones safe no fucking matter what. I keep coming up with ideas and keep researching until deep in the night.
I've recently received my first huge business deal. My clients love me. My partners ask me for advice. People keep seeking my company. I should be happy. I'm getting a lot of academical success lately. I'm praised by my professors, too. Everybody fucking loves me.
I drink more than 10 mugs of coffee every day. I hear Opéra music in my head and can't turn it off. I am literally going insane trying to stay perfect and trying to solve shit.
Maybe I cut myself so hard impulsively to check if I'm still real, still consist of true human meat.
I don't want to die… but…