/lit/ - Literature

>>19283781
I feel as if the whole world was falling over me. At some point I thought they would go away, but every day, the suicidal thought keep coming back, more often and worse each day.
I feel weak. I feel old. I feel wasted. Even my room is filled with dust, flies and spiders, as if it was a tomb. I'm a corpse.
All of my friends seem to have turned their backs on me. Every time I try talking to them, they do not seem to understand. They take everything I say as a joke, or as if I was just being "weird".
I'm doing worse than ever academically.
I'm skinnier than ever before. Despite feeling hungry, I just do not want to eat.
I've been consuming more caffeine than usual.
I forget things very quickly, I'm unable to concentrate in the simplest activities, I can't keep a conversation anymore.
Even writing or music, which were things I used to feel passionate about some years ago, feel pointless now.