I think my time is coming.

[-canihelpyou-]

everything is going wrong. I can’t do anything right for the life of me. I haven’t heard someone say they’re proud of me in over a year. I’m losing my soul, and my will to live. I think it might be time to ‘go for a walk.’ Hopefully I get hit by a cat. I just can’t do this anymore. I’m trying to hold on with me dear life that I don’t even want to have, but it’s not working. There’s no escape now. Is there?

(yes, I’ve contacted a hotline p.)

[Shnookie]

Please call 988 in U.S., the Suicidr Prevention Hotline

[SaltyWaves]

I tend to pace a lot when my adrenaline is high and I'm freaking out in an anxiety attack and I think it helps to get out some of the energy, but when it switches to deep despair I ty to wrap myself in blankets and curl up and cry to avoid getting near anything that "inspires" my intrusive thoughts. Maybe going outside isn't the best idea