antilife
Member
- Sep 11, 2023
- 99
I could describe and write about my life but it wouldn't change shit. Talking to therapists about it won't change it. I'll never be able to lead a normal life, a life with friends or people who care and being able to entertain myself or them. It's just suffering. Every day I wake up and I just want to go to sleep again. I don't have any drive whatsoever. I wish this whole thing wasn't true. I wish I'd be different. Nobody will ever know how it looks like inside my mind or be able to help me through this. So why fight? I am past the point of fighting. I'm just waiting for my last day. Waiting for my equipment to be there. Waiting for my death.