I don’t wanna do the work anymore — life has nothing to offer.

I’m gonna sound like a whiner — but that’s fine.

I just wish life was good enough. Life sucks, everything it has to offer is mediocre garbage that’s too much work to get.

‘It gets better’ — I am so tired of hearing this because I don’t care. Better isn’t good enough. And what is ‘better’? Life has nothing good enough to offer me that will make me want to keep myself alive. Feeding myself, taking care of myself, showering, brushing my hair and my teeth… for what? What does life have to offer that’s good enough?

Friends? Not good enough. Friendship doesn’t do anything for me. 

Relationship? Nobody is good enough for me to keep myself alive for. 

Traveling? This world is rotten and overpriced. 

Experiences? No experience is good enough. 

Drugs? Yes. But that’s the only thing I want that means anything and even that is garbage and not good enough.

But I’m giving up in general. I’m done taking care of myself, I’m done eating and keeping myself alive. I don’t want to do it because I don’t think it’s worth it. So I won’t. 

If I’m forced to stay alive, someone else can take care of me and keep me alive. I’m not doing it. Not unless I get something out of it.

Life has nothing to offer me and the little it has to offer isn’t good enough for me to do the work for it.

’Your life has value.’ Great. Thanks. That’s not what this is about though. I know I matter, I know I’m important too or whatever. But I’m not doing the work to keep myself alive.

I’m disabled, all psychiatric and invisible so I already feel like a piece of ***… I don’t even do anything and it’s still too much work for what life is worth.