Im standing at the bus stop and i just want to fall on my knees, then lie down and... just space out. I find it difficult to walk as my motivation to live ceases.
And i dont even have the rights to be this sad... my life is peaceful, my job is perfect for my condition. I have a roof over my head, i have a place to live! ...but i just feel like... no.
I feel bad. Really bad.
And i dont even have the rights to be this sad... my life is peaceful, my job is perfect for my condition. I have a roof over my head, i have a place to live! ...but i just feel like... no.
I feel bad. Really bad.