cumulus.james
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Every now and then I get in this state. I know there is nothing to live for and there never was. So I start thinking of suicide and sometimes I cut myself. Usually enough of an echo of any latent mania comes to mind and I find some hope, but lately that happens less, and increasingly I know it's a lie.
There just is nothing to live for. Nothing. All my life so alone and delusions that things may get better do not work.
I am alone. I always was. There is nothing left. I will die alone soon and no one will care.
Hurt. All day, every day.
There's no point.
Nothing.
I am nothing ok. I really am worthless.
There just is nothing to live for. Nothing. All my life so alone and delusions that things may get better do not work.
I am alone. I always was. There is nothing left. I will die alone soon and no one will care.
Hurt. All day, every day.
There's no point.
Nothing.
I am nothing ok. I really am worthless.