Survival instinct, too badly in depression ptsd, its extremely difficult to be efficient in this state, and im a coward/ good at nothing about the " living stuuf" and dying or preparation for death, its still a living thing, an action, a choice, the kind of things where im no good. ( im good at nothing)
I no longer have any attachment or connection now.Nothing really keeps me here, ah except for my cat/pet ( yea of course i have to find where he can live without me, he s not an thing/object, so its important for me to care about, and be sure he will be safe, and that.. is not easy) before, few months ago, there was still some hope, or goal, project, but pain was too much.. and people treated me like shit when i was in distress, unforgettable, im so ashamed of humanity in the thought of these moments, that i want to disapear and never had theses experiences, never have known any people or human, i hate humans , so, i hate myself, i will dont want to treat me kindly because im a fucking human, and they are disguting, im all broken because of them