I slept 14 hours.
I had hot pot for dinner.
I saw a movie after midnight.
Yet I am not getting better.
I feel so useless, so unwanted, so....solitary.
Monophobia? I have no clue.
Perhaps it's because I am damn busy working these weeks, or the recent suicide n
ews are popping out to affect me.
I feel tired of being alive.
The suicidal thoughts are coming back lingering.
No matter how hard I tried, I can't get rid of them.
I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong.
What a vulnerable person I am.
And I hate myself for that.
Look how it gets me.
I am fucking miserable.
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