Been going in circles lately. Before this I was doing amazingly well, kicking ass and being lovely. But some shit went down. I'm not gonna get into what the shit was because I'm honestly not that much of an attention whore. Fell to pieces, though. Was no good. And now this suicidal ideation is kind of ruling my life. My life fell apart once more, as it tends to. I've been spending my days on like mental health themed forums trying to convince other depressed and possibly suicidal people that they've got a lot to live for. People like that really seem to appreciate my empty words but they're obviously starved for affection. Don't think much help can even come from people via this medium.
I don't want to say I'm suicidal because yeah. Running circles around myself. But there are those moments, where you're so lost in your head it crushes your lungs and you can't breathe. Right? We've all been there.
But it's fucking exhausting.
