I lay in bed at night contemplating my life decisions and how much I’ve screwed myself over for no reason (apparently how other people see it).

I just feel like crying right now because I don’t understand what’s going on with me. What’s wrong with me?

I had this amazing job, there was nothing bad about it and I loved it. Sometimes I just lay in bed wanting to go work but I just can’t pick myself up out of bed. Why can’t I just do it? It’s so simple but it’s just so hard to do it.

I don’t want to kill myself or anything, I just want to disappear. Just to be erased from existence, perhaps life would be better without me.