I keep getting these little bursts of happiness.
They come and suddenly I want to work out healthily, I want to do yoga, and paint. I want to dance, and hug my friends, I want to kiss a stranger just to see what happens.
And then, it's gone.
Life. What's the point? There is none.
I am consumed by the darkness once again. My head is quiet, and time tick tocks by.
I wish I wanted something in life. Something real, you know? Something to do.
Earlier today I wanted to be a baker, and own a bakery/café. I'd have a chalkboard out front that would say when the baguettes and tarts and scones would be coming out of the oven...
But that makes no money. My business wouldn't even make a dime too probably. I'd have to close and work at Wal-Mart. I'd be an embarrassment. And fatter than ever.
About half an hour I decided I wanted to join the fitblr movement on tumblr. Be super healthy and happy and eat loads but still lose weight because I'd be working it off.
Yeah, no.
Fucking hell. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be on earth. I want to die.
I wish I was never born.
I'm so ungrateful.
This is going to be a long life...
- Mint.
hows it going lovely? feeling any better? i know that feeling of not wanting to be here so well too, i hope you are managing to avoid it and escape the darkness a little xx
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