Flat tire, parking ticket, asshole managers, Grandma telling me I'll lose my job, city ordinance, neighbours.... I'm now officially in misanthrope mode, and too depressed for alcohol to make it any better. I think if one more thing complicates my life and goes wrong in the next 24 hours, I will actually go find some way to commit suicide.
I think the worst of the storm is over, but thanks for making me feel like no one wants me to be here, life. All I wanted to do was enjoy my break and look forward to my date on Wednesday and plan the rest of my life.
Now all I hope for is to pass in my sleep. None of this shit is worth it and neither am I.
Funny how I read some articles this morning from NL about how trans people feel most unlucky and struggle with depression and suicide. It was meant to make me realise I'm not alone and it's tough but I can do it. Instead, I feel like it's tough and not worth the hassle. I'll always be fucked sideways, if not because of trans stuff then it's because I am different and will always be different, by choice and by nature. And no one likes someone who doesn't fit in like the rest of them should.