Fuck, what happened?

Over the last week I have gotten worse, every day, every hour, every minute, every breath.

I feel nauseous as hell and can think of nothing but dying. 

STOP!

I can’t continue thinking like that, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!

But the mere thought of living, continuing living for so many years is enough for me to panic.

Everything is meaningless. Nothing matters. Life has no meaning, so why do I even bother?

My mind is toxic. My mind is dangerous. My thoughts are killing me.