I had a breakdown in art class for no reason at all… I’m fucking falling apart and no one even sees. Nobody even cares.
I hate my job. I wish I was good at things so I could get different one.
Raye smiled and replied, “Alright, I’ll let you know what I find out!” He left, heading in the direction of the morgue. He hoped to get some insight from the examiner himself.
I think I probably need to move my psych appointment up…
I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT
★ Are You Satisfied? ★
(Trigger warning, cause idk how to do read mores on mobile)
I am beginning to scare myself. I cut badly enough that I made puddles of blood on the bathroom floor and felt lightheaded and all I was worried about was if the blood would scare a customer and if I would be able to stand steadily enough to work.
I know this is dangerous and I don’t even care anymore. I thought if I was going to die, I wanted it to be on my terms but now I just don’t care about anything. I just don’t. Everything is just getting progressively worse, my anxiety, my depression, my eating, everything. I should care but I really don’t, and that scares me a bit.
Oh well. I’m off to work (better known as hell). Maybe I’ll post if I get the chance.
*curses Julia and Danny for getting me hooked on Icon for Hire*
Funny story: Today I wrote “Raye Penber FBI” on my hand. Later, a girl walking behind me must have only seen the “FBI” part and whispered to her friend in a 100% serious tone, “Oh my God, look at her hand, she’s an FBI agent!”
//this could have been us but you just blew it kid
yes. exactly as planned.