[nothereanymore]

Love reaching out for help and being told I wear people out.
Love not having anyone to talk to or hang out with at times like this even though I've been reaching out socially for months. No money, no car, say it with me... no friends. And apparently there's a time limit on how unwell you can be after surviving a near fatal suicide attempt and how long it can possibly take you to get back to totally functional. i.e. three months. Three months. I still have trouble showering and eating on a healthy basis and according to you I'm supposed to be working and not having days like this. Fuck you. Fuck everybody for fucking lying to me all this time. Have I not been saying all this time that people haven't walked their talk?
I. Wish. I'd. Choked. I wish I'd fucking choked.