yk when i said i was disabled, i didn't mean THIS DISABLED

and i always come back to wanting to die...

sighhhhh i hate job hunting

too much of everything, need to rest and reset again.

goddamn i take a lotta meds

too much sleep and now i'm chill with the world

i really do hate living sometimes

tech hates me; peeps hate me; peeps like me are just a low priority type shift

see, speak, accept, detach, change

new job, just got hired - let's hope it won't kill me; i hope the money is worth it

can't sleep, don't want to, just thinking, wishing i was in the future

meds: refilled, week: over, recovery: restarted, feeling: type shit.

get thru it, just get thru it

roll with the punches. just go with the flow.

i feel dead. i don't want to do this again.

very sleepy, pain, missing people. i'll be okay tho.

i hate being to sensitive for the world

goddamn it i just want to die

do i want a girlfriend? or do i just want a friend? or do i just want to love and be loved again? all the above.

true dissociation is the strangest experience. most of the time reality is only negligible. true unreality is like facing a void.