mob
Student
- Jul 19, 2023
- 136
Wow, another vent thread by me - what a surprise.
A few months ago, someone told me I was getting that spark in my eyes back - I think it's one of the most beautiful things you can say to someone - if it's true. In my case, no. Absolutely not.
I promised my girlfriend I'd clean the apartment today while she was gone, but I spent the entire day in bed, rotting away. I haven't had so many suicidal thoughts at once in a long time. I'm always thinking about ctb, but usually not to the point where I get uncontrollable urges, like today. I felt as though I was basically melting into the mattress, and even my sister who doesn't take stuff like that seriously- asked me if I was okay. So I believe it was really obvious today.
Tomorrow, I'll have to work. I have no energy. Tomorrow, I'll have to eat. I have no energy. Tomorrow I'll have to be alive, I have no energy. None at all.
But despite that, time doesn't stop for me. In the blink of an eye, it's suddenly night and time to sleep so I can get more than five hours of sleep for once. While I'm drowning in my thoughts and emotions, the seconds that pass stack up to minutes, and then hours. It doesn't stop.
I can't stay at home tomorrow again. My coworkers already complained about me being absent. But does it really matter if I'm unable to do my work anyway?
I just don't know anymore. I wish I was gone.
A few months ago, someone told me I was getting that spark in my eyes back - I think it's one of the most beautiful things you can say to someone - if it's true. In my case, no. Absolutely not.
I promised my girlfriend I'd clean the apartment today while she was gone, but I spent the entire day in bed, rotting away. I haven't had so many suicidal thoughts at once in a long time. I'm always thinking about ctb, but usually not to the point where I get uncontrollable urges, like today. I felt as though I was basically melting into the mattress, and even my sister who doesn't take stuff like that seriously- asked me if I was okay. So I believe it was really obvious today.
Tomorrow, I'll have to work. I have no energy. Tomorrow, I'll have to eat. I have no energy. Tomorrow I'll have to be alive, I have no energy. None at all.
But despite that, time doesn't stop for me. In the blink of an eye, it's suddenly night and time to sleep so I can get more than five hours of sleep for once. While I'm drowning in my thoughts and emotions, the seconds that pass stack up to minutes, and then hours. It doesn't stop.
I can't stay at home tomorrow again. My coworkers already complained about me being absent. But does it really matter if I'm unable to do my work anyway?
I just don't know anymore. I wish I was gone.