My job, my partner, my house, my family, my fucking dog is even doing my head in.
Something tells me I am not doing what I want to with my life (
I dunno, I can feel myself slipping into this self destructive pit of depression that I had fought so hard to keep out of for so long. This is a place I have been before and a place I would literally kill not to go back into. Self loathing, self harming, self denial. All things I have experienced in the close past.
I am sick of my mind. Sick of over thinking everything. Sick to death of my life.
Ignore me.