I had a good day at work, the weather was nice, and I had made plans to go out for dinner. That was before the voices in my head started tearing me down and reminding me what a piece of garbage I am. Now I don’t even want to go out so I cancelled my plans, deleted myself from group chats and now all I notice is the gray sky and cold. I can’t do this anymore. My life’s never going to get better I just want to kill myself but I’m a fucking coward I’m probably just gonna sh tonight to numb some of the pain. I was really looking forward to my night, to be able to feel happy for just a while… I guess it’s a foolish thing for a depressed person to wish for.