YOU - I don't want to get better -- I want to get worse.

I need to die

So little of the person who I was remains

The pain is unbearable

The abyss is screaming at me

I am rotting. My body is rotting. My mind is rotting. My soul is rotting

I wish there was a way to kill yourself without making people around you sad

everything is so shit all the time to the degree it's almost comical

the hour of my doom approaches

I fucjuing hate my life so mych

carve my eyes from their sockets

peel my skin and twist my bones until they pop and splinter

gods i wish one of them ballons with the nooses coming of them from that story would come down and break my fucking neck

Can't do a single damn thing right when it comes to social interactions

The libs want protesters to win the hearts and minds of those who have no neither.

"ooo look at my little sign I'm so dignified in my protests" fuck you punch someone

watched a video essayist I hadn't watched in a while and oh I had that "my goat is washed" feeling. no consistent through line, rambling, unconnected slog. 2 1/2 hours of just saying words and going off on stuff unconnected to the media the video essay was supposed to be about.