I don’t think i’m suicidal i just don’t enjoy life anymore. My birthday is on the 3rd of June which is in a week and the closer i get to it the more i think: what am i even doing anymore. I don’t want to die but i also don’t really enjoy being here and existing. Don’t get me wrong there are aspects of life that make me feel glad that i am alive but at the same time there are so many others that don’t. Being alone at night is the worst for me because it’s so quiet and all the thoughts just keep replaying themselves. Im not depressed (or at least super depressed) but i’m also not okay.