I have to talk about this out loud because I have to make it feel okay. It's okay because it makes me feel something when I'm feeling empty and it's better than suicide. I don't see what makes it so bad and I don't want help for it. Sometimes it's all I have to feel alive. When there's no love, or music, or sunlight to soothe m psyche. Most of all I wish I could take some time away from my mind but it's impossible. I need a vacation from Earth but I wouldn't come back and that isn't satisfying either.
This is how I spent my Saturday. I got a haircut and the woman asked what I was doing tonight and I stuttered and tried to think of any thing to say but I just told her "nothing, tonight." I realized I really wished I had more friends. To go to bars with. I wish I had the gall to just go home with some guy and not feel lonely for a night but I know that won't make me happy either. I had an anxiety attack from the paranoia that someone was following me when I took a walk. What the fuck? I didn't eat anything until 9pm. I thought being literally empty might fill me with any other feeling. Pain, aching, focus, determination. I fantasized about looping a belt together and tying the end to the bar in my closet. The tightness of the cinching felt fantastic before I pulled my hands away from my throat and swallowed a dry cloud of air.
I feel somewhat better now. As best as I can. I'm really scared that I'm wasting my youth. You're supposed to spend your twenties discovering love and sex, making friends, chasing your dreams, and taking pictures. But so for I've spent them alone; cutting, starving, and wishing I were dead.