with. I keep being told things will improve and I’ll have my life back. But I don’t believe it anymore. There isn’t a way out. The only reason I’m still here is because people say they’ll be sad if I was gone. I’m living for them. Not because I want to. Not for myself
I’m so fucking tired. Mentally. My ocd affects every waking hour of every day. I have panic attacks because I think I’m a bad person and have done some stupid things. I hate knowing that there are people out there that think of me negatively. Especially when it’s someone I was or
Some of the worst battery corrosion I’ve dealt with. After dealing with some eaten traces, and overnight vinegar bath, and a temperamental display, it’s finally up and running!