nights like this make it hard to want to continue to live. when the alternative seems so quick and easy, painless and permanent. most of the time, I’m amazed I’m still here. when getting up in the morning is the hardest thing, not because of fatigue, but because of the crippling anxiety that each fucking day brings, makes you wonder if it’s worth it at all. this physical and mental pain, and for what, to work at a stupid burrito place with bitchy customers and coworkers, in the land-locked state so far from home. what’s the point anymore. if someone is this miserable, why force them to continue. like I’ve said countless times, life just isn’t meant for some people. almost every day, I feel as if I am one of those people.
girls are just . girls are literally just so good.i cant move