I'm tired of being anxious all the time. I'm tired of having OCD thoughts all the time. I'm tired of being alone most of the time. I'm tired of seeing everyone else living their lives and being happy while i'm just left behind. I'm tired of working at a shitty job that i hate because i can't deal with most of other jobs because of my anxiety. I'm tired of seeing shitty people get happiness when they don't even deserve it.
There is no point in me being here anymore. I'm not just saying it, there really isn't. Maybe a few people would miss me but they'd get over it. I don't go on Facebook or Instagram anymore because i can't stand seeing spoilt b*tches posting of what Mummy and Daddy bought them when i'm working 40+ hours a week for minimum wage. I can't even deal with everyday life anymore.
There is no point in me being here anymore. I'm not just saying it, there really isn't. Maybe a few people would miss me but they'd get over it. I don't go on Facebook or Instagram anymore because i can't stand seeing spoilt b*tches posting of what Mummy and Daddy bought them when i'm working 40+ hours a week for minimum wage. I can't even deal with everyday life anymore.
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