I am tired of talking about it, yes. I am tired of being sick and tired and I am tired of being sick and tired of being sick and tired.
And of talking about the same things over and over again.
But it's either that or robotic silence, keeping all the insanely painful thoughts inside. I really just want to scream it all in someone's face.
I can't talk about anything else because I'm still living the same hell I have been for years, only getting worse and worse.
My whole existence is steeped in this shit, so of course, when I do speak, that's what comes out.
I want it to be over and done with.
I want to destroy my body, my existence, my memory..I want to burn it all away from the world in an instant. So I don't have to talk about it, think about it, or live it any longer.
But I'm so concerned about ending up a vegetable or losing anymore control, and I do not have access to my prefered method as of yet. I also still need to rid myself of things I don't want found when I am gone..I just have so little energy to do even that.
There's no more guarantees in death than there are in life. I wish death were easier. Because life sure isn't.