Going to work wears me down (I haven't done a single bit of work the last 2 days, there's been absolutely no point in me being there. I've been trying to pass the time reading random stuff on wikipedia). I feel like I'm going to split in half due to frustration or unhappiness or brokenness or whatever it is that's wrong with me. On the bus ride to work, I kept thinking over and over there's no point in me being alive. I can't even control my own thoughts. I can't stop. I can't get this black, broken, sick feeling out of my heart. Fuck.
miss_cellophane:
Is this about not having a productive or challenging job or something else? *huggs*