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My mental state is on the verge of collapsing in on itself at the moment. It's such a mess that I can't even form thoughts enough to be able to express them in words, and my eyes keep watering although maybe that's the hayfever.
Anyway, I've put myself under a whole lot of stress with writing stuff that most likely will never go anywhere. I have no talent for anything, no skill worth having, and the creativity of an ox. Thoughts of suicide are creeping back in and there's nobody here I can really reach out to because I'm not enough of a risk to myself. But I don't know WTF I'm even trying for at this stage, since more often than not I find myself wishing my suicide attempt(s) had succeeded all those years ago.
Maybe this will pass, but I'm not even sure I want it to if it means the end of my miserable, pointless, unnecessary life.
Anyway, I've put myself under a whole lot of stress with writing stuff that most likely will never go anywhere. I have no talent for anything, no skill worth having, and the creativity of an ox. Thoughts of suicide are creeping back in and there's nobody here I can really reach out to because I'm not enough of a risk to myself. But I don't know WTF I'm even trying for at this stage, since more often than not I find myself wishing my suicide attempt(s) had succeeded all those years ago.
Maybe this will pass, but I'm not even sure I want it to if it means the end of my miserable, pointless, unnecessary life.
