don’t

did i actually relapse or did i just never recover

i am overwhelmed and i just want everything to stop. just stop. just for a moment so i can think, so i can cry, so i can mourn but its so difficult because life just keeps going and my issues are piling on top of each other and suffocating me and i am so overwhelmed that i cant breathe. i hate this.

I should be used to be alone but why it still hurts?

Sometimes I feel like you really do like me. But sometimes it seems like you don’t care at all.

zoloft, basically: - man i dont give a flying fuck - having an orgasm? in this economy? - wow i CAN be a functional human being huh who would have thought! - i literally havent done anything for fun since 1992 - is this shit even working? - you do everything you have to do and then u spend ur free time sleeping - wow im a motherfucking robot - man this shit is so expensive - do i even feel? do i even think? - life is meaningless and not worth living but i kinda dont want to die anymore so whatever - hey my friends are texting me! should i reply? nah - time does not exist. you are just living your life and not thinking about the future. - did i take my meds today? - literally not caring about anything. ever.