Sometimes I eat

“You know things are getting bad when you spend all day in bed again and don’t want to leave your room. Your room is slowly becoming a mess. Losing interest in everything that used to make you happy, or distract you. Only eating one meal a day seems normal. Ending it all starts crossing your mind once again.”

I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.