Trigger






I’m feeling sad. There’s a thousand reasons why all mixed up into this piece of **** they call me. I’m a useless human being. I just take up space. I was working earlier and thought of bad things with that box cutter I had. I left it at work though. I feel like I have nothing to offer anyone. I try to put on a happy face and you wouldn’t really know how I feel but here I lay crying myself to sleep again. When will my day come? I had a good job and couldn’t hack it and now I’m struggling even more. I have nothing to be proud of for my life. Nothing to show for it. It’s all an endless book of failure and starting over. No wonder I’m single. I wouldn’t date me. I’m thinking about quitting therapy. I feel like a burden to my psychologist because I struggle so much it probably annoys him greatly.

I don’t expect replies so don’t bother. I just had to write it all out.