9:20am
I feel like fuck. My head hurts. My stomach is killing me. Stress ulcers maybe?
My heart has also been acting up again, every anxiety pang gets my heart to skip and palpitate. Which unfortunately is way more often than not.
Wondering if my iron is low, got that stupid blood disorder that ruins everything if my eating is ‘off’.
I’m also shaking a bit, my hands are just shaking lightly.
Just going to smoke some, calm my nerves, and try and rest.
It’ll pass. Time passing is inevitable, this won’t last forever. I just gotta tough it out.
Fucking tired.
I realized that the only way someone would ever actually love me and want to be with me is if they didn’t even exist and were a figment of my imagination. The realization sort of hit me really hard and I don't think I’ve ever felt so painfully hurt, unwanted, and so utterly alone. Because not even my own mother seems to love and want me. It kind of changes everything now. I might as well be dead. I’ll end up living a life in my head anyway. What kind of existence even is that? Not one I want..
Suicide attempt or just a fuck up?
Who knows.
It comes in waves. Anger, then sadness, anxiety then anger again.
All I can do is lay in bed by myself and isolate.
I dont really have a right to push everyone away and then lament that im hurting and lonely.
I just..........
Oh well..
'No one gives a fuck about my nightmares, But it's nothing you should worry yourself about.'
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