Yet another instance where I wish I could keep this journal entry to myself, my fear of making it look like I'm looking for sympathy. I'm so tired of living. Waking up to the sound of nothing and no one being there. Going to work with no ambition at all. Coming home to a messy apartment filled with constant reminders that I am lazy and unmotivated to change. The only solution I see in sight is to just end it. End everything and make myself happy again.
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You can always make a new start, you know.
And death is overrated anyway, there's nothing there for you.
that's just me. i'm not a big birthday guy.
but happy birthday!