I get the feeling that today is going to be one of those days, by which I mean a brutal destruction of my self-worth and possibly even my soul. Or something less melodramatic. 

Now that I’ve opted not to kill myself, which in my anxious moments still feels like the wrong decision, I have to go and deal with all the stupid stuff I did last Tuesday. I don’t want to go. I feel like I shouldn’t have to go.Of course all actions have consequences, so my going into university in a weird suicidal blur and telling them I was quitting is no exception. But I’m scared that I’ve put an idea in their heads and now they’ll tell me I have to go, and I’ve really got nowhere to go if I’m not here. 

(Source: tanjableibtreu, via fuckyeahmurdershewrote)