May 1
It’s crazy how often I wish I could just disappear. I feel like I have, and continue to fuck up everything in my life. I’m throwing a pity party here cause no one will see it and honestly that’s what’s I want. To scream into the void.
I’ll be 35 in two years. 40 the 5 after that. No way I can continue this job I love because who would want to see that? I’m stuck in this basement with almost no means of escape. I wish I’d catch a stray or something terminal. I just want everything to stop but I can’t do anything to make it so without hurting people I love.
I’m so god damn tired. I feel so on my own. I just want it to stop.
