Tears.
Frustration.
I'm a fucking mess. I can't think straight. My head hurts, there's singing, shouting, and voices in my head. "Shit, I should've taken melatonin! Or my ADHD meds, maybe it could stop me from eating too much," I groaned.
Why can't I sleep? Why am I alive? What is the purpose of my existence, and how much longer do I have to live? Life seems meaningless. It's a long, boring process in which, I don't serve, nor see any potential in it.
The only reason I'm here, right now, in my bed, complicating my life choices, is because I'm scared. Scared of myself, scared what would happen to others if I left this hopeless, wretched, cruel world. Would it all be my fault?
I try to calm down, and loosen my grip on my blanket. The poor blanket. A sigh escapes my mouth as I finally relax, my body sinking into the soft mattress.
"Hello bitch! Time to wake up!"
I tried to ignore the alarm, too lazy to press snooze. But after a long, tedious minute that seemed like an hour, I stood from my bed and stopped the ringing.
"Fuck. Three hours of sleep, and it feels like shit." My vision is blurry, but I ignore it, walking down the hallway into the bathroom. I cleanse myself with cold water, brush my teeth, and look for a job. Pretty straightforward, huh?
'JOBS FOR MASSES AVAILABLE'
Religion isn't something I'd expect needing jobs. Oh well, I need to make money, and the job doesn't seem so bad.
Right?
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Fanfictionwarning: includes mental health problems, anxiety, etc. if your not a fan of that please exit. and no i'm not doing one shots rn, maybe in a different story. all art wasn't made by me, it belongs to their rightful owners.
