Useless bodies

Being low functioning while living in a capitalist society is fucking hell.

Even if you somehow have enough money to survive, the guilt destroys you everyday. Maybe I just need to try harder. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I’m just stupid. Maybe I should just get up and do it. That’s probably what other people do. Stop getting distracted. Stop dissociating. Stop feeling sad. Just work. That’s your obligation. Work. Work. Work.

Do something. You’re so useless.

Capitalism and my abusers, saying the same things.

You’re useless, there’s no worth in you. You don’t matter.


I’ve been having such a hard time. I don’t even know why, I can’t think.