It gets lonely when you know you're in a bad place so for once you decide to try and reach out but simply end up blankly staring at the phone screen looking at the names of you're friends and realising you can't actually talk to any of them
I don't know why I do the things I do to myself. I suppose I think it'll help somehow, but it hasn't yet. I think perhaps I wanted some more control over my life, my mind, my body. But instead I feel like this sadness is controlling me. It's eating away at me and it's not going to stop until there's nothing left.