I can't even afford a fucking house. I might be out of this bullshit job soon that drains my fucking soul every minute I'm here. I tried to chase a career that didn't amount to anything. I don't have savings, I don't have a future at this bullshit job that pays me jack shit. I don't have anyone, I don't have a family, I don't have friends, I don't have anything. Is it time for me to just kill myself? I should stop being a fucking pussy and just do it, there is nothing to live for besides being angry, being sad, being fucking bitter about every fucking thing, having memories of how I fucked my life up and everyone else's around me playing on repeat in my head, how I keep blaming everyone else but the problem was always me, it's like I have a cloud of poison surrounding me and infecting everything I touch or get close to. I know nothing else but sadness and anger and pain in my heart, I just want to be wanted but nobody wants me, I keep crying...
36 huh bub, i'm still here, still struggling like i'm 14 again. the depression might be too much now, typing all this out is getting harder and harder without sobbing like a fucking kid. why am i still trying? i have no one in my life, nobody that will know if I'd kill myself, maybe i should just do it. i am just tired of it all. i will never get to feel anything real in this life. i will never experience friendships again, i will never feel what it's like to love or be loved, to be wanted and there's no one else to blame but myself.