I wake up miserable. I thought I'd be okay tonight since I got to bed on time and I got a lot of sleep. I was wrong. Of course when I comfort eat I feel all better cause I'm a pathetic creature no better than the brainless slugs and anemones that scour the ocean floor, not thinking or feeling but just living their lives and consuming and growing until they pass on their genes or not, and then die. Just a creature that is lorded over by biology and chemicals that I can barely fight against on my best days. This is why I can't touch any substances, I'd get addicted instantly.
I said a while ago that I want to destroy my life. That sentiment has been echoing around in my head since then, just to smash my life against the ground like a shitty worthless thing. I just wish I could just go insane, or that I'd get into some kind of accident and hospitalized, or get the utter shit beaten out of me by somebody. There's nothing materially wrong with my life, I just get the feeling all the time of "I'm not tired, but I don't want to be awake." which naturally escalates to "I don't want to be dead, I just don't want to be alive." (Don't even bring up anything about suicide, I don't want to hear it. Just shut up.)
I just don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I should be aiming for. The future is so unappealing, I just don't want it.