Its been almost two weeks that ive been out of a job. Its driving me mad and
i need a fucking cigarette, but, i ran out last night. Nobody has replied to my resume. I just wait and wait staring at my laptop. I couldn't sleep because of it or rather i havnt been able to sleep in some time now. I just stay up all night thinking and puffing out the window. And now im out of fucking cigarettes and out of a job. I really want to hurt myself just to feel something to do something. My blades are tossed in a bottle in the backpack beside me. But im too tired to hurt myself i might just fall asleep. I haven't been able to stop fantasizing me getting hurt in these past few weeks. Constantly thinking about getting cut up, experimented on, violated, cut so deep i can see the fat in it*
Sorry for any typos im not super sober rn
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☆Toby's Vent diary☆ (a decent into madness)
Non-FictionTW: A LOT OF SUICIDAL STUFF 《CW: this will most likely include topics like: self harm, suicide, depression, disordered eating, insomnia, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, neglect, delusions, hallucinations, manipulation and forced religion 《this is...
