nir
27/F/Canada
- Aug 18, 2024
- 250
Oh my GOD, every year I get older and worse at living.
My house - a fucking nightmare. So fucking messy and disgusting and bad.
My health - I am so tired. All the time. I can barely clean because I'm so exhausted. I go to work, I go to sleep, repeat. I have no energy. I have no life. I got my bloods done and I'm low in some vitamins. I am taking the vitamins. I do not feel better. I am diagnosed with depression which I know can cause fatigue so...fuck. I also might have Seasonal Affective Disorder and it's getting close to winter so...also fuck.
My love life - ahahahahha aaahhaaaa. Ha ha.
My friends - ahaha aaaa. Ha.
My finances - I. Can't. Stop. Ordering. Food. My kitchen is fucking gross so I just order food. I think I spend as much on food delivery per month as I do rent. I feel sick thinking about it.
My looks - I look like if an old lady took a youth potion but it only half-worked. Parts of me look 27. Parts of me look 127. Put it together, you get a gal who doesn't need to buy a Halloween costume, because it's every day of the year for her!! woo fucking hoo babey
My self-care - I don't do it. My teeth are yellow. I have pimples and dry hair. I shower every day so at least I smell fine. But beyond basics, I can't be fucked to do anything.
My accountability - I have like 5 missed appointments for various important things that I haven't called back for. Some of these appointments were missed in August of LAST YEAR. 2023!!!
There's definitely other things I have forgotten, but you get the picture.
I want to get better, but I have no fucking energy and no willpower. When I get bursts of energy, I want to do things that make me happy so I don't off myself. But then I use up all of my energy doing fun stuff, come home to my disgusting home, and want to die again.
If I had a week of pure energy, I could un-fuck my life so much. But I'm lucky to get an energized hour a day.
Today I did two loads of laundry and took out some recycling and I didn't even make a dent. It's like I did nothing. I want to cry, but tears will not come out.
I've been through trauma, I have had bad things happen to me, but I think the biggest reason why I want to CTB is just me. I'm my own problem.
My house - a fucking nightmare. So fucking messy and disgusting and bad.
My health - I am so tired. All the time. I can barely clean because I'm so exhausted. I go to work, I go to sleep, repeat. I have no energy. I have no life. I got my bloods done and I'm low in some vitamins. I am taking the vitamins. I do not feel better. I am diagnosed with depression which I know can cause fatigue so...fuck. I also might have Seasonal Affective Disorder and it's getting close to winter so...also fuck.
My love life - ahahahahha aaahhaaaa. Ha ha.
My friends - ahaha aaaa. Ha.
My finances - I. Can't. Stop. Ordering. Food. My kitchen is fucking gross so I just order food. I think I spend as much on food delivery per month as I do rent. I feel sick thinking about it.
My looks - I look like if an old lady took a youth potion but it only half-worked. Parts of me look 27. Parts of me look 127. Put it together, you get a gal who doesn't need to buy a Halloween costume, because it's every day of the year for her!! woo fucking hoo babey
My self-care - I don't do it. My teeth are yellow. I have pimples and dry hair. I shower every day so at least I smell fine. But beyond basics, I can't be fucked to do anything.
My accountability - I have like 5 missed appointments for various important things that I haven't called back for. Some of these appointments were missed in August of LAST YEAR. 2023!!!
There's definitely other things I have forgotten, but you get the picture.
I want to get better, but I have no fucking energy and no willpower. When I get bursts of energy, I want to do things that make me happy so I don't off myself. But then I use up all of my energy doing fun stuff, come home to my disgusting home, and want to die again.
If I had a week of pure energy, I could un-fuck my life so much. But I'm lucky to get an energized hour a day.
Today I did two loads of laundry and took out some recycling and I didn't even make a dent. It's like I did nothing. I want to cry, but tears will not come out.
I've been through trauma, I have had bad things happen to me, but I think the biggest reason why I want to CTB is just me. I'm my own problem.