I was kind of stupid to think December was going to go better. It isn’t. I can’t keep taking this shit.
My job isn’t making me enough money for me to get a place to live.
All my friend are becoming substance abusers.
One of my friends took their own life a week ago after telling me theres nothing I could do.
Another friend almost died because someone laced him with fent.
My mind is in a constant panic attack these days and nothing can shut it off.
My parents are getting divorced and they’re more focused on attacking each other than caring about my mental state.
I keep falling back into harmful habits and I can’t even go a day anymore without thinking about hurting myself.
I’m just so scared. I know this is a lot to push onto y’all who follow me but I’m actually terrified, very anxious, I don’t know how much longer I can keep handling this. This journal at this point is more or less a cry for help, I know this probably isn’t the right place to do it but I don’t know where else to go since I don’t feel like anyone cares anymore.

I guess if you want to talk, send me a note. ;-;