I have some (very little) hope that things will get better this year, but it's there for not-so-positive reasons. My general CTB deadline is coming closer soon, and as I count down the days, the reality of its aftermath really sinks in for me. For context, I'm going out using FSH in my house. Every time I look at my anchor point, I get reminded that my death will have consequences after the moment whether I like it or not
My friends will never get to see me again. My parents, despite our poor relationship, will have to deal with the corpse of their offspring who was supposed to live long after they died. My sibling will have to go through life knowing there was supposed to be two of us. The fragile relationship I've made with the people around me will forever have the finale of my CTB looming like a dark shadow. I won't be there to visit my lonely grandparents or cousins. I'll just be gone
I want to be gone. There's nothing more I want. Living while feeling like a burden weighs me down until I hope the earth cracks beneath me so that I can be swallowed whole and never seen again. However, knowing that my corpse will be found by loved ones and have to be buried with questions as to how I could do this makes my skin go cold; I feel a freezing shame envelop me, and my heart stops
I hope that things will get better because, if I do, I don't have to leave everyone behind. I'll be able to live and do the things I love (even if there's only a little). At this point, I'm clinging onto little reasons ("If I die, I won't be able to read any future chapters of X manga/manhwa", "If I die, I won't be able to go to X conventions") to live, but as I'm typing this, I feel like I'm rotting. I can't smile; my bones feel heavy; getting up and doing anything feels impossible; I haven't even been able to consistently maintain my hygiene (I feel gross); I feel like a husk—everything that makes a functional human has been cored out of me
I'm sorry that this became dark. I just feel consumed by my misery, like its wearing my skin