I honestly can't myself a genuine to continue on living. I don't have friends or family. I live in a rat hole of a place. A bunch of thieves and down and outers. I live alone. When I was at work I caught one of them stealing oil from my oil. I don't need to make friends with that type of people.
I had this graphic surreal dream about suicide. I woke drenched in sweat and my mouth was dry. My head was spinning and I couldn't focus.
The dream was about me toppled over on the kitchen floor. I laid there as if drowning under water and found it hard to breath. I notcied my wrists had been slashed leaving wide cuts that bleed a thick black-red oil looking substance. The thickness of the blood and dark colour. I never seen so much blood before. Pouring out like a fountain. Then something a noise can't remember but it woke me up.
In real life I seem pretty normal. I have no worries from a certain point of view. But this feeling I can't shift. Like an open void of blank nothing that weighs me down. I often feel like I should commit suicide.
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