This is gonna go away by tomorrow.
Today has just been a bad day. I didn't brush my teeth, I didn't drink water, I didn't really eat much, I barely wrote despite spending two hours trying. I read and that was great but doing that and nothing else all day just makes me feel like I'm being pulled back into that routine I had before. Not eating or showering or moving or changing or doing any kind of hygeine or anything, and just sitting there reading all day looking for some kind of happiness that I wasn't getting from reality. I really don't want to fall back into it, because I would put my phone down and wish that I could knock myself out so that I didn't have to think apart from reading, because it seemed like my thoughts were poisoning eveything I did. But there's also a part of me that does want to go back. It was bad, but it was easy, and I'm just tired. I'm running out of time, and I'm just looking at that fact every single day trying to make up for years of life that I haven't lived and I don't know how to do it, and I don't know how to do it alone. And it's all overwhelming and awful, and I just want to bang my head against the wall until it stops. I imagine myself doing it, and crying, and yelling because I can't do that in reality. I can't fall apart because I'm the only hope I've got, and I just want to feel okay one day. So I have to fight, but I feel like I've been fighting forever. But I remember once my mom and sister were arguing and my mom said that we were living on a cruise ship compared to her. And I don't doubt it. I know every single day that I would crumble under the same weight on her shoulders, and that's the thing, I guess. She's strong. Stronger than me or anyone I've ever known, and she's been through so much, and her saying things like that make me feel like I just haven't suffered enough for her. Like no amount of my pain will be enough for her to care, because always, she has been through worse. And that's fair. I can be naive, and not realize how easy I have it. I can be silly and dramatic. But if there's still more to go then I just don't know how to do that. I don't even know how I'm still here. And we are living amazingly compared to her. I don't know how I'm going to keep on living. I'm just not going to be able to fight that long. And it feels like someone knows that and is laughing at me for trying. it feels like I was born to die. I swear I do this every week were I just can't breathe all of the sudden. And it doesn't matter. None of it. None of these thoughts or wants or needs or whatever else. I don't want to be here anymore. I just want it to be over. But that doesn't matter. Because I know tomorrow or the day after that it will be better, and I will want to live agian.