whining about life under this cut
A lot of the time I feel like my mental problems interfere with my life to a degree that’s way bigger than they should.
Like, there are about a million other people out there who are worse off than me and manage to live pretty well
why the fuck am I stuck lying in this hole
I wouldn’t tell anyone else in the world that ‘they just need to try harder’… but… I always feel like I’m a huge loser who just needs to fucking try harder.
I’ve been trying to work up the ability to call the very nice woman who has the ability to give me drugs that might actually make my life better, and the fact that I haven’t makes me feel like the biggest fucking failure on earth.
I have no reason to be afraid of her, I have no reason to put this off.
But I just… can’t.