Magenta
September 13th, 2013, 08:39 PM
I'm exhausted. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. Suicide seems like a real possibility these days. Some people just don't care. Some people think I'm annoying because I don't get better. Some people are worried but I just... I want to care but I don't.
Professional help is not available to me right now and will not be for some time still. Please don't suggest this. It just rubs in the fact that I can't get it. Don't ask me to explain, I don't want to. I've just exhausted all options short of calling 911 then slitting my wrists and waiting for them to come and have to stitch me up so I don't bleed out. But if I were to do that, it wouldn't be to get help however.
I just regret everything. University, moving, all the friendships I have. I'm nothing but a burden and a waste of space and oxygen. I'm not even sure why I'm posting this. I don't expect anyone to understand, remember me from the days on VT when I actually had some hope left and my issues were clear, to be able to say anything to reassure me or make me feel better. I guess I have nowhere left to turn. I am so bloody alone. I hate being an adult. It's even more isolating. At least angsty teenagers are... well, angsty teenagers. I'm supposed to be put together and grown up. I just feel like I'm dying.
This illness is gonna kill me one day, sooner or later. And I'm scared because I know I need to let it. I don't want to die... but I also don't believe I'm meant to be alive either.
Time to go back to sleep, I guess.
Professional help is not available to me right now and will not be for some time still. Please don't suggest this. It just rubs in the fact that I can't get it. Don't ask me to explain, I don't want to. I've just exhausted all options short of calling 911 then slitting my wrists and waiting for them to come and have to stitch me up so I don't bleed out. But if I were to do that, it wouldn't be to get help however.
I just regret everything. University, moving, all the friendships I have. I'm nothing but a burden and a waste of space and oxygen. I'm not even sure why I'm posting this. I don't expect anyone to understand, remember me from the days on VT when I actually had some hope left and my issues were clear, to be able to say anything to reassure me or make me feel better. I guess I have nowhere left to turn. I am so bloody alone. I hate being an adult. It's even more isolating. At least angsty teenagers are... well, angsty teenagers. I'm supposed to be put together and grown up. I just feel like I'm dying.
This illness is gonna kill me one day, sooner or later. And I'm scared because I know I need to let it. I don't want to die... but I also don't believe I'm meant to be alive either.
Time to go back to sleep, I guess.