This sounds so dumb reading it over, but I feel the need to share it because of my stupid monkey brain I guess.
Today was a bit interesting for me. I wasn't told that there was going to be someone coming over to help with the roof. I feel anxious enough around my immediate family members, with someone else, well, I was panicking a little. I was the one to help this person up on the roof, and I don't mind doing that, I'm not particularly fond of heights, but I can deal with that. What made me super nervous was having to be social, and worrying about not fucking everything up, and having to answer the inevitable uncomfortable questions regarding my NEEThood.
The work went smoothly enough I suppose. It took most of the day, but everything that needed to get done got done. I kind of just dissociated for most of the time. The rest of the time I couldn't think of anything other than my desire to kill myself. I can't say I wasn't tempted to just jump off the side of the roof, though I know it wasn't high enough to do the job, or at least not cleanly.
I don't know why I can't do basic human things without feeling like I'm on the verge of a breakdown. I don't know why I have to be such a fucking disappointment to literally everyone who knows me. I really, really have to end my life soon.