I’m almost gone. Few more breaths. And I’m gone.

I started to brush the toilet after other people even in public. I suffer anyway.

I’m over this.

I can’t sleep properly again. My anxiety returned or it is becuse of my stomach/gut but that could be paychoaomatic. So maybe it is connected.

Life is shit. Everything is broken. Everybody is suffering. Happiness is over. I can’t save anyone. Not even myself.