suffering
Too p*ssy to end it, too suicidal to leave
- Aug 17, 2018
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I told myself that I will quit today. But I went to sleep torn, reading about the global situation and fearing poverty. This morning, I read through my journal from a few years ago when I was unemployed and fearing homelessness. My younger self was telling me in CAPS LOCK not to quit my job if I get one. My younger self knows how much I hate working, how much I crave freedom and how irrationally hopeful I get get thinking that things would somehow work out for me. And the message basically was 'don't do it, I know you will forget how hard it can get, but it can get very very hard'.
So I didn't do it.
I don't know how much effort I can put into pretending I'm a good employee. I am not. I am disinterested, I get a visceral reaction of disgust every time I have to make intellectual effort. I don't even know anymore if I'm smart or not, because I feel organically unable to push myself to find out. It's ok. If they fire me, they fire me. But I will try to drag this dead horse around for as much as I can. Every month counts, as every month brings in another paycheck. I take what I can get.
Today I bought some new books to teach myself a new skill. I also plan to exercise. I've been doing this my whole life. Learning, improving, taking care of myself. Only to fail, over and over again. But I must tell myself that maybe this time is different. I have nothing else. And all this only because I can't overcome my SI. If suicide was easy, I would be looong gone.
I feel so god damn tired.
So I didn't do it.
I don't know how much effort I can put into pretending I'm a good employee. I am not. I am disinterested, I get a visceral reaction of disgust every time I have to make intellectual effort. I don't even know anymore if I'm smart or not, because I feel organically unable to push myself to find out. It's ok. If they fire me, they fire me. But I will try to drag this dead horse around for as much as I can. Every month counts, as every month brings in another paycheck. I take what I can get.
Today I bought some new books to teach myself a new skill. I also plan to exercise. I've been doing this my whole life. Learning, improving, taking care of myself. Only to fail, over and over again. But I must tell myself that maybe this time is different. I have nothing else. And all this only because I can't overcome my SI. If suicide was easy, I would be looong gone.
I feel so god damn tired.