I think I'm there. What's the point of this anymore? I don't know if I can keep going.
I'm miserable, I hate everything about me and I can't see any way out of the hole I'm in. Every time I have a good day/hour/whatever something happens and then whole fucking thing comes tumbling down. I don't want to be here anymore.
But of course I'm attention seeking instead of actually doing anything about it because I'm not fucking brave enough to end things. God I suck.