(TW: Mention of suicide.)
So I can just go the fuck to sleep. Idk. Maybe buy weed or something. My fucking chest feels like it’s full of concrete and my face is almost numb.
This is probably Day 0 of another extreme depression like last year when I (almost) tried to yeet myself.
It’s also my birthday today, I guess.
Either that or like, ordering DoorDash or shopping for a new pair of pants will distract me.
CashApp and Venmo are both allthetimesivedied.
I’m not gonna try and kill myself with Benedryl. I don’t want to see the Hat Man before I leave.
My card is frozen
I feel for you in the sleep issues though, in the past 5 or 6 nights I've slept twice. Idk what's going on, I have exams soon as well
DM me if paranoia or any other symptoms starts getting to be too much and you need someone who can relate