I'm sorry I have to say this or I will explode.
TW: self harm.
I'm so done man. I'm tired. Tired is a hilarious understatement. I'm standing at a crossroad where one path leads to a death fall off a 500ft cliff and the other blocked by a 500ft rock and ALL I HAVE LEFT IS A FUCKING FORK TO TRY AND CHIP AT THAT ROCK FOR THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE AND STILL DIE BEFORE IT GIVES WAY.
I wanna choose the cliff but I have lots of dumb questions like oh what if I survive the fall? I would be mentally AND physically fucked.
At this point I'd rather stab myself with the damn fork over and over till I cause enough damage to bleed out. AND IT STILL WOULDN'T HURT AS MUCH AS IT DOES TO LIVE THIS GOD FORSAKEN PATHETIC CLUSTERFUCK OF A LIFE.
And you know the only thing stopping me from doing it? My sweet bunny needs that fork to eat his salad. And I like watching him eat. That's it.
Once he drops that fork ohoho boi I'm driving right over that goddamn cliff. I'll even let go of the steering and stab myself over and over to make sure I stay dead. Maybe set the car on fire for good measure. Let's see if I can find a matchbox somewhere.
Thanks for coming to my morbid TED talk.