After writing: This is just some fucking, pathetic whining, idk why i even bothered to write this. I'm sorry.

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I can't.

I'm nothing at this point,

I'm unable to make myself happy.

I overthink everything like it's the end of the world.

Everything is my fault, regarding my life.

Everything is my fault, regarding anyone i've ever met's life.

Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing is all i hear in my head.

I don't know why i get up in the morning.

It's because i have to... (work)

But why do i work?

It's to earn money.

But why, why why why why why?

Nothing.

I'm selfish.

No one wants me.

No one really needs me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for wasting your time reading this.

I won't kill myself, i'll just continue this fucking cycle i've gotten myself into until i eventually do decide to end it.

Work, eat, sleep, feel lonely, work, eat, sleep, feel lonely, etc. etc.

I understand i need help... Desperately...

I just can't handle the feeling of being so vulnerable, it all just comes too soon for everyone around me. Or so it feels to me.

I know they're worried, i just can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I'm sorry.