Another year for tears

January 2, 2025

I thought a new year would help make me feel better. I still wanna kill myself, every hour of the day it's all I can think of. The world and the people around you just become colder and more distant. Words hurt more, it stings more, everything hurts.

I wish it would get better. But every day I screw up, I mess up, I ruin things. Every minute of the day I just feel uncomfortable and unhappy in my skin. Just staying alive feels like a chore, it would be so nice to just rot in bed, wait until I die from starvation.