05/24/2025; I might try it

Today feels like the kind of day where I might actually try cutting myself, or something sad and dramatic like that.

I actually would if I thought I could get away with it. A depressed person wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer, I might as well just hang a sign on my neck that says, “I hurt myself on purpose, feel sorry for me please.”

11:01 update:

no longer want to kill myself. I think I have bipolar depression.

It’s weird. Still don’t feel like I’m worthy of life. Depression is weird. Not worthy of life but not worthy of death.