That's certainly not a life at all.
I spent my day thinking about ctb all the time today.
To make matters worse, tomorrow the goddamn week starts and I just have no strength but I guess I'll have to deal with it anyway.
I understand you so much, you could almost think that our suicidal desires are becoming a form of addiction and occupation that predominates over all others.
I no longer have any taste for life either, no more leisure, no more passions, no more pleasure. sometimes I wonder if I am not comforting myself in this discomfort.
Yeah, in my head all day all the time. The main reminder that I'm boring as fuck is on the very rare occasions I meet anyone else that asks what I've been up to/what I do. It's the worst. I'm the worst.
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