But I genuinely think my life is nearly over
I have no career prospects, I have no chance of ever being in a relationship, I feel like my friends don’t tolerate me or are beginning to turn away from me, I offer nothing to anybody, I’m self-absorbed and cold, the world is generally becoming more hostile and less viable for human life, and I feel like I’ve done everything wrong in my life to be where I am. Not to mention I’ve had this empty feeling in my chest for a good week now, like this feeling of dread. Yet I don’t feel any urgency to fix anything because all of it feels so meaningless, like it’s too much to fix and it won’t work out in the end because nothing has ever worked out for me.
All the while I can’t get the idea out of my mind that I genuinely should end it all because it’s making less and less sense that someone like me should want to live another year or two or whatever length.
I don’t feel right. I never had, but it’s getting worse. I don’t have anybody and I don’t have the means to even come to my own defense, not even for a little bit anymore. Everything I’ve done in my life has always been in deference to others, because at least I can be useful and make things easy for others right? But now I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore or why I’m doing anything.
I don’t know.