quarter

In bed, 6 AM. Haven't slept at all for the past hour and a half. My neck hurts, I'm thirsty, seriously, give me a break. Today's gonna be a shitty day for sure. I can't fucking deal with this. I'm so over it.

More than a quarter of my life is already over. My entire existence. There's no going back. So? Am I gonna spend the next 10 years recovering from PTSD? Seriously awful. Things are just gonna keep getting worse and worse!

Oh yeah, the suicide hotline was totally useless. I remember desperately calling them three years ago, trying to survive New Year's Eve. No one answered, so I tried to kill myself.