I feel like my time is up.
I can't rely on anyone. I've always known that. I've always known that in the end I'll only have myself, and that's just how I'll live.
I'm going to school today to take a leave of absence--barring that, if they absolutely forbid it because my condition isn't serious enough or whatever (lol, like promising myself to attempt yesterday if I didn't withdraw from school by the time the dean's office closed isn't enough) then I'll withdraw.
I know without question that if I stay as a student my time is up, sooner rather than later.
Yesterday, my friend convinced me, with only compassion and no judgement, to take a leave of absence instead of withdrawing completely, and took me around town and we had fun. Well, as much fun as I can have knowing the joys of the world are still available to many and knowing my imminent death is looming overhead.
I'll work fulltime without completing my degree and still having to pay off tuition fee loans at the place where I'm working part-time, start selling off all my belongings that aren't essential for me when I move, and then I'll rent a room somewhere and live on my own. I don't have any long-term plans after that. All I ever wanted to be since I was a kid was to be a writer, but I can't even write properly now that my concentration is shot. It's like I turned into someone even stupider (I didn't think it was possible for me, I'm so stupid already) with my depression. I don't have a purpose in life; I don't want anything anymore.
I feel like I'll kill myself eventually, even after I move out...I don't know how to live day by day when I think about death at every corner and knowing there's no reason for me to be alive at all. I can't stay alive for people, I only live and die by myself since that's all I'll ultimately have--and I don't want myself at all. Once I leave this house and move out, I'll never be able to return. I will never come back, even if I have to kill myself if the other option is crawling back. I never really formed much attachment to my family members at all. Might have screwed me up as a kid, I'm afraid of being attached to anything that's alive--in the end they will either leave or die. I can't take another loss.
Eventually.
I can't rely on anyone. I've always known that. I've always known that in the end I'll only have myself, and that's just how I'll live.
I'm going to school today to take a leave of absence--barring that, if they absolutely forbid it because my condition isn't serious enough or whatever (lol, like promising myself to attempt yesterday if I didn't withdraw from school by the time the dean's office closed isn't enough) then I'll withdraw.
I know without question that if I stay as a student my time is up, sooner rather than later.
Yesterday, my friend convinced me, with only compassion and no judgement, to take a leave of absence instead of withdrawing completely, and took me around town and we had fun. Well, as much fun as I can have knowing the joys of the world are still available to many and knowing my imminent death is looming overhead.
I'll work fulltime without completing my degree and still having to pay off tuition fee loans at the place where I'm working part-time, start selling off all my belongings that aren't essential for me when I move, and then I'll rent a room somewhere and live on my own. I don't have any long-term plans after that. All I ever wanted to be since I was a kid was to be a writer, but I can't even write properly now that my concentration is shot. It's like I turned into someone even stupider (I didn't think it was possible for me, I'm so stupid already) with my depression. I don't have a purpose in life; I don't want anything anymore.
I feel like I'll kill myself eventually, even after I move out...I don't know how to live day by day when I think about death at every corner and knowing there's no reason for me to be alive at all. I can't stay alive for people, I only live and die by myself since that's all I'll ultimately have--and I don't want myself at all. Once I leave this house and move out, I'll never be able to return. I will never come back, even if I have to kill myself if the other option is crawling back. I never really formed much attachment to my family members at all. Might have screwed me up as a kid, I'm afraid of being attached to anything that's alive--in the end they will either leave or die. I can't take another loss.
Eventually.
