I had two days off and did everything right. I went for a long walk on a trail on a day with some of the best weather I've seen in a while. Was going to film a video but didn't. Really beautiful day out. Literally touching grass. And I still felt so empty.
Then had a movie marathon with my friend with pizza and drinks. Watched some amazing Hong Kong action all day. Couldn't ask for a better use of time. One of the best days of my life, if I'm being completely honest.
Everything went right. More than right.
And here I am now... again. Just really not wanting to be here.
I've basically accepted at this point that the only moment I think I'll be content is the moment I die and/or the day I make the people who put me in this state as miserable as me. Preferably both.
You know, it's a real fucking shame too. Because I really have clawed tooth and nail to not feel this way.
And yes, I've done
"""DA THINGS""":
Get the people hurting you out of your life?

Have a supportive friend?

Drink less?

Go outside?

Don't overwork yourself?

Have daylight savings time start again?

Have days where everything goes perfectly?

Have world politics get to a better place than they have been for about a half decade?

Have a proper schedule for once in life?

All that bullshit?
I'm about to give my friend some really awesome birthday presents I know he'll like. I actually have money to do that now and not worry. Ain't that cool? Shouldn't everything just be fucking fantastic?
At this point I don't even think it's being bi-polar. Life really just blends the weirdest cocktails to knock me back to reality the more I try to get past it.
The more I try to do anything, the more it sinks in. I really wish I could be like some of the faggots on the site who start to have an existential crisis when they see a nigger in a movie. People sometimes with houses and cars and families that will take them as they are, or at the very least not throw them on the street when they inconvenience them.
I know we shouldn't always think about the macro but sometimes it's inevitable. Sometimes it's really bleak knowing how much someone's life can be dependent on things entirely outside their control. And by the time they do have any control they've gained so much learned helplessness it might as well not even be a change. I could've done SO MUCH by now with no reasonable excuse for why I didn't. I could have gotten a car and gone to the gym everyday. I could have moved. I could have worked on my passions. But I've been drowning in pain so much I couldn't because if I'm being truthful I really honestly don't even see a point in doing any of that. I really don't even know if I want to get to a better place because it feels like a distraction from what I really want to do at all times.
Which is just to die.
Everything is okay for a little while. You watch the movie, you fall in love, you have fun, you get in shape. But it really doesn't feel like anything I truly want is achievable anymore. I don't even know if I have the strength to grab them if they are. And beyond that, it all just feels hollow anyways. I'm sure people are okay with just the motions of life and finding joy in it but I just don't see any real true beauty in it.
It's like both the universal issues I see with functioning in the modern world and the personal issues I've dealt with forever are just running a train on me.
I really don't want to hurt my friend because he's been like me without many people close to him for a while. But I've... tried so hard. I'm tired. I'm really ungodly tired of slipping on banana peels. It's so exhausting. Not just mentally. My back hurts most days and I just feel rough, even when I barely work. It's so shitty hanging on for just a sparse few people when you feel this overwhelming pain all the time.
The cherry on top is I also have the pleasant knowledge as someone who's gotten close before that the last moments will be of complete regret and wanting nothing more than to enjoy the smallest things in life. I also know that if I go there will probably not be a funeral. Just some people really hurt and the rest feigning ignorance and saying "if only we could have seen the signs". And a couple who will use it as another final middle finger.
"He was troubled."
No shit I was.
I know all that very, very clearly. It just really doesn't change much.
I just don't want to be here.
It really hits home after everything starts going well how fucked you are.
It's not even the usual "man I want to die". I'm not angry or even feeling a lot of it. It's now just this quiet cold emptiness that makes everyone and everything five miles further than they are.
I just feel bad for all the people who've tried to help when I kind of knew the whole time they couldn't do much for me. My story ain't yours.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it soon so this isn't some weepy goodbye.
I'm just at the point where I'm going to give up on trying to get things better. I just don't want to interact with people. I want to forget I exist for a while.
It's really too hard to die even when you want to. It's too hard to live when you know you can't die.