I want to die. I’ve had three suicide attempts. The last one ended with the doctors managing to save me. It happened on September 9, 2024. And you know what? It would have been better if I had died that day. Nothing has changed. I haven’t been able to change anything.
I work a hard job, come home, and collapse into bed from exhaustion. I have no achievements, no dreams, no desires, not even any idea where I’m supposed to go next. I don’t know what to do. I’m just constantly suffering, so what’s the point of living? To suffer my whole life, and then realize it was all just an endless stream of pain? My whole body hurts. I’m very sensitive, and everything irritates me. I’m so tired that I can literally feel my face sagging from exhaustion. I haven’t gone out for over a year, and I haven’t seen my friends for more than a year because I’m abroad. Although they don’t care about me—they’re building their successful and happy lives while I’m stuck in place.