I don’t wanna kill myself but I have to. I can’t handle a job. When I do have one it’s pure agony. Gonna get a tattoo within the next few days if I’m alive by then. Everyday feels completely different yet it is the same. I don’t know how to explain it. My brain chemistry is all messed up and the vibes are constantly changing. Whatever. I don’t wanna die alone but I guess I might have to.