fungus
Member
- Sep 5, 2025
- 32
It is a whole week until my Holidays will end and I am already feeling like I just want to cry by the thought of going back to the usual routine and
there is so much ahead that I just don't want to do. That is what I hate the most about life, the never ending tasks and events that I am
forced to go trough.
I have to go to therapy this week again, because my therapist is back from her own holidays. I just hate the sessions. And I can't even cancel the appointment because of this stupid 48h rule.
That alone is something that makes me want to die.
But the thought of going back to school is what is really killing me inside. I have to do a Internship in a few weeks again and I just don't want to. Seriously I am so over that bullshit. It doesn't add anything to my life.
Then I will get my School report, my parent's will find out I skipped school a couple of times and tell me that I have to do better and whatever. They are never really just accepting my grades like they are. They always have to comment on it.
Everything is just so pointless. Every weak, every month and every year it is the same. And I am expected to just do the things and suffer trough it, because nobody cares how I feel about it. If I am scared, tired or just frustrated, it doesn't matter.
I really wished I wouldn't be so afraid of death
there is so much ahead that I just don't want to do. That is what I hate the most about life, the never ending tasks and events that I am
forced to go trough.
I have to go to therapy this week again, because my therapist is back from her own holidays. I just hate the sessions. And I can't even cancel the appointment because of this stupid 48h rule.
That alone is something that makes me want to die.
But the thought of going back to school is what is really killing me inside. I have to do a Internship in a few weeks again and I just don't want to. Seriously I am so over that bullshit. It doesn't add anything to my life.
Then I will get my School report, my parent's will find out I skipped school a couple of times and tell me that I have to do better and whatever. They are never really just accepting my grades like they are. They always have to comment on it.
Everything is just so pointless. Every weak, every month and every year it is the same. And I am expected to just do the things and suffer trough it, because nobody cares how I feel about it. If I am scared, tired or just frustrated, it doesn't matter.
I really wished I wouldn't be so afraid of death
