My 2 am diary entry.

Giving up doesn't seem so bad right now.

28 years old. Haven't achieved anything. Possibly won't achieve anything. Been unemployed for half a year now. Cant get a job. Gave away my savings to my dad and don't regret it tbh it wasn't much anyway. I don't have any other debt or loans tho. 2 more months till I go broke and it's either move in with my parents or idk broke shelters?

Sorry I maybe tripping...but from past couple of days I've been thinking maybe I'm too late. All my friends are successful. Enjoying life, making good money. And I'm...idk..just stuck. I'm tryna move but can't. Been thinking is it too late to start over? Or is that it? Some people have tragic lives. Maybe this is one of them cases you know.

Damn everyone says I'm overreacting...but idk it's hard to explain you know? It's more like a feeling. A constant thumping inside my chest with every heartbeat, almost as if somethings trying to break out of me. Is this how suffocation feels? Is this how people feel when they wanna k*** themselves? Do I mind being dad? No. Will I k** myself? I don't know. Will I run if a person with a gun is coming at me? No. Is there a reason to go on? What's the point? Why me? Where did it go wrong?