I'm to the point where I don't see why I'm living. I have thoughts about how unremarkable I am, how little I matter, how much better off everyone around me would be if I just stopped existing. I keep calling myself names, telling myself I'm fat, worthless, ugly, obnoxious, stupid, bitch.
My rational side says that's not true, but I can find a way to make every one of those things very logical when I'm in such a bad mood. This mood is appearing more and more often.
Cutting just isn't doing it for me any more. It seems like a stupid little habit that's only making me a worse person. It's so easy to access some pills and alcohol... never have to wake up again.
Everything must be my fault, and I don't feel like there's anything I can ever do to change that.
I need some help - something to maybe open my eyes to reality again. Any sort of inspiration to be alive...:(
My rational side says that's not true, but I can find a way to make every one of those things very logical when I'm in such a bad mood. This mood is appearing more and more often.
Cutting just isn't doing it for me any more. It seems like a stupid little habit that's only making me a worse person. It's so easy to access some pills and alcohol... never have to wake up again.
Everything must be my fault, and I don't feel like there's anything I can ever do to change that.
I need some help - something to maybe open my eyes to reality again. Any sort of inspiration to be alive...:(