I've been alive for 5,877 days. That seems like nothing, considering how long my life has felt. My entire existence has been less than 6,000 days, and I'm sick of it. I feel like every day is just a repetition of the last and I hate it. I feel like I've done all I'm able to do, and thinking about the future scares the shit out of me. I don't know if I want to face it.
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
