I just want to end it

I don’t have many people in this world. Lastnight I lost 2 of the few people I do have, 2 of the most important people in my life, my best friend and my partner.

My family bully me constantly. I have no job and no hopes of getting one anytime soon. I am fat, and I hate my body. I have no money, no savings. I can’t cook, I find it hard to clean. I find it hard to make friends. I have trauma and thoughts I can’t speak to anyone about.

The list goes on and on and on, and I feel like the only 2 options are to admit myself to some kind of asylum, or just end it.

And I know there will be kind words from internet strangers in the comments, but when you spend all your time uncontrollably crying and shaking, Sitting at home staring at the same walls everyday. Never going outside. It doesn’t mean much.

I mostly just wanted to write this to get my thoughts out.

I am still considering what to do, but I’m heavily leaning towards just ending it all. I have nothing to live for. The world won’t be missing anything if I’m not here.