I’m absolutely sick of living this life.
I would kill myself if I had any guts.
I am completely lost at all times, and cries for help get drowned out by other peoples problems. F*** this place, I hate it.
I used to laugh, enjoy things like playing guitar and singing, going for a drink…

But over time it just gets worse. My friends move on to other friends, everybody pairs up with each other indefinitely, forms clicks that never make me feel quite at home or even included. They are alright, their problems don’t exist when they’re all together.

I was going to be legendary. I was going to be a famous musician. I was going to grow up, get married, have kids, discover the secrets of the world, become someone who inspires others. But I am a slave to the wage, a worker bee with an ungrateful key generic weekly reward of £250 for putting up with the worst people I can imagine.

I gained weight. I have stupid hair. I have unfinished tattoos. I lost all my friends.
There is no point. Who do I ask for help? I believe I will end it one day soon… But I’m looking for any decent reason not to. So if you’re reading this, I kinda need talking down I think…