I literally just threw my uni motebook, article and pens amd highlighters across the room 🥹

While bursting into tears 😢

I am so sick of this life 😪

So sick of trying to convince myself that everything is good when really I’m so fucking alone 😔

Eight years ago today, my life changed in a way I could never have expected. And the anniversary clearly shows me I’m not where I want to be. Not by a long shot.

I’m crying because I have finally been asked to do a study date with April next Friday but it’s the same day as the Knotfest Festival that I have a very extensive ticket for. But I’m going alone. Because I am always alone. And so I scream into the void about how angry I am about this. I don’t want to do this anymore 😞

I want to go home. I don’t want to keep trying to break my mind to feel like I deserve a place in this world. I hate this planet. I wish our species would just be wiped out.

It’s taken seven years to complete this current degree. I need to learn from it.

I was ok going to the festival alone. But now I just don’t care. I want to get stoned and go to bed. I’ve had enough.

It just hit 4:20 so I’m taking that as a sign.