I didn't eat dinner and I'm happy about it.
I can't get up from my floor.
I don't have motivation to respond to my texts.
My sister graduates tomorrow and we're having lunch but I don't want to go because a social situation sounds horrible and I don't want to have a breakdown.
I'm pretty sure fhat my friend doesn't trust me.
I know that's spelling mistakes but I just can't gix them.
Honestly if I die tonight I wouldn't be suprised.
I'm supposed to tell My dad when I'm suicidal but I'm not suicidal because I don't want to actively try to lull myself I just really want it to happen. Like, it's to the point wheee I hope I fall out of my bed and strangle myself in a blanket.
lol how ironic would it be if I hung myself with one of my flags.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trans and problematic
RandomThis is my second journal about being trans. Don't even both reading. I'll probably be dead in a week or two anyways. *trigger warning for the first few chapters*