I've been feeling more depressed than ever, and I don't really know what to do about it, except the most obvious and permanent solution... It feels like I'm a vase that had slowly been cracking under the pressure of life, and up until now I've been putting construction goop (I'm not smart okay, I have no clue what you're supposed to put in pieces of pottery to cover up cracks :/) in the cracks, but after what happened I feel shattered, and now I can't possibly fit them back together.
My mother keeps asking why I'm not trying in life, why I'm throwing everything away, and I say I don't know, but the truth is that I just can't be normal, even my past self's already somewhat depressed version of normal, anymore. I'm too scared and without the means to do anything permanent, but I struggle with thoughts of doing it anyways. It's hard to think past the now when I can't picture my future, but I know I'm just fucking shit up for future me because I don't think I have the cajones to go through with it. I just feel alone, both in my depression and in general, in a way I can't possibly describe. I don't think anyone will ever know exactly how I feel. I want so bad for it to be alright, but my options for people to talk about it with either already know or I can't possibly tell them.
I think I know that I need to break things off with one of my best friends for my mental health, but I'm to scared to do so. I've stopped being in denial about it a while ago, but I'm too scared to actually go through with it. I tried to distance myself, but I think it just ended up hurting both of us more, or maybe it's just me. I thought that it had only been a week or two since I had texted my soon-to-be roommate about my feelings, but I mentioned it in my last entry here, and that was almost a month ago. I told my other friend that even if he continues to talk about moving in with me, even without me there, that I can't move in to another situation where I don't feel supported. I fucking hate living with my parents, and yet I won't choose this same life willing, even to get out from under their thumbs. I'm stuck in between such a rock and a hard place that I can't do anything except for think about ending my life, because what else am I supposed to do?
(To my partner: I know you might be reading this, just know that it's not your job to make me feel better, do not put that pressure on yourself. I'm trying to be better, and know that you're there with me helps, but don't feel pressured to take shit upon yourself <3
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