not suicidal but if someone kill me right now id say thank you because im so fucking tired with this heaviness. to top it all, i dont even fucking think im allowed to feel tired.
im at a point where i try to feel something because i don’t see any joy of anything else in life i just woke up everyday and my goal is to breathe and make through the day without dying
for most of my life, I struggled with social anxiety. I wouldn’t leave the house, and eventually, I got better. But ever since I started opening myself up to the world, I somehow feel lonelier than I ever did before, i don’t have any real friend left anymore
i really hope someday i can be someone’s person because i don’t want to live alone for the rest of my life, i don’t want to come back to the state of loneliness i once was, im going crazy i hate this feeling