I miss those times at my house. I kept to myself and nobody bothered me. I need to get back to that soon or I’ll lose my mind.

My girlfriend, my cat, and my own brain can’t even keep me happy.

I feel like I’m falling apart.
I don’t want to live anymore and that hurts to read. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of life without me in it. And I laugh because i already basically am not all here anymore.

It’s like I’ve locked myself in a dark room in my head and I can’t find the key to get out.
Maybe I don’t want to find the key.
I just want to lay down and rest.
I’m so incredibly tired. Mentally.
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I’m sorry.

Why am I so incredibly sad