I’m sad tonight. I’m needy and lonely and unhappy and dissatisfied and upset. I wish I weren’t alive and I’m angry at people.
But tomorrow is another day and I can only hope that when I wake up, I’ll feel better.
My life is exhausting. Normal stresses aside, my brain is exhausting. This. What I’m writing about. This suicidal rock bottom place. I’m tired of this.
It’s simply no way to live.