I'm sick and tired of being lonely all the time. As I sit and wait for my appointment with the psychiatric team the voices keep telling me I'd be better off dead. No one would care no one would notice
Almost that time of year again (almost 34) and still I listen to the "demons" in my head. I know I should be grateful I'm alive and the fact that I have a job but if I'm honest I'd rather be dead than continue existing. I miss the life I once had.
I've been away for a while, trying to unjumble the mess that is my head. Not sure why I've come back though. Hell I'm not even sure WHAT the point is. Nothing I do changes anything. I'll probably disappear again soon