using this as a vent.

I genuinely can’t do this anymore. I can’t look at myself in the mirror and think it’s normal. I’m genuinely a gross mockery of what it means to be a human. Every day I wake up is a disservice to anyone in my life. I should actually kill myself but no, that’s weak. No one likes that. It’s miserable. I’m not making to 40 and dying alone. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done.