Wow

by Perpetual Slumber

I’m in the absolute worst mood tonight. I’m sick of everything. Sick of my family. Sick of feeling alone. Sick of school. Sick of living at home. Sick of my lack of a sex life. Sick of having no job. Sick of having no money. Sick of the way that I look. Sick of feeling fat. Sick of my bones not sticking out how I would like them to. Sick of the fact that I need to eat a little bit to stay alive. Sick of my Mum buying/making me food. Sick of breathing. Sick of blinking. Sick of being awake. Sick of leaving my bedroom. Sick of getting out of bed. Sick of waking up every morning. I just want to go to sleep and not wake up until I’m thin and everyone in my life has long since died. I need to move out. I need to get away from everything, everyone, life. I just want to die.

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