I’m tired and I don’t know what I need. I can’t stop thinking about the fire, I can’t find my joy. I am in mental crisis and I don’t know how to come out of it.
me on the way to get these bags in 2019
after adding house fire two days before Christmas to the list of all the many morosities in my life I have decided nobody will ever be able to fuck with me again. I mourn for the sweet girl I once was but such is life. it’s my choice to keep living when life tells me I should die. It’s my choice to suffer at this point.
It’s looking like I’m moving back to Germany. I can’t be here any more I can’t sit in these feelings of loss and betrayal. The sooner I never have to see these faces again the better.
I am homeless, carless, & totally defeated. I keep seeing smoke out of the corner of my eye but I still have to go fish through the rubble for any surviving things today.
thinking about never letting another person sleep next to me. feeling weirdly attached to the person who has basically lived in my bed for the past month and I don’t want that. everyone fucking sucks and nobody will ever get the side of me my ex got 🤷♀️ why even try?
unrelated but I can’t stop thinking about ending everything. this is what life is it’s never ending nobody ever pleased nobody ever sticking around in the right way loss after loss friends dying shit show. I want to kill myself and all of my stupid tattoos and ideas.
Knowing your life’s purpose
