I want to get hit by a truck.
I'm so goddamn tired. I can't do this. I can't pretend like I would want to be here. Like I'd want to do this. Like I'd want to be me. I don't want this life. I don't. I just really don't. I hate it. I just look at my calendar and loathe every upcoming day until the end of the year. Each and every one of them just looks like a day to struggle through.
What am I even doing this all for?
I can't keep on going like this. Or if I do I can hardly see myself going past 26 without a complete meltdown. Maybe that would be good. Then I could just be. I'm a failure already anyway. What would it change? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
