Sorry for rambling, I ramble when I'm tired, and I'm tired from working all day to make the house more livable. I mean, I just deep cleaned it, and I'm sure it'll need it again by tomorrow. With how things have been. Surely by the end of the week.
I have been trying to get away from this house or clean it totally out since age five. Probably earlier. Was out for college in 2013. Cats got so neglected I kept having to come back, had to move back in several times, last time I moved back in was in

2018...? Not sure. Had a lot of plans for what I was going to do, where I was going to move, who I was going to live with, etc.
Not only have those plans failed, but they have backfired so hard that my spirit has been utterly broken. I have been hiding that for a couple of years now. I am much more disabled now than I was in 2018. Nothing I do is working and is in fact making everything worse.
That alone is upsetting because I'm extremely worried I'm upsetting my best friend, who I now owe thousands of dollars to because he tried to support me, and he had been *literally* trying to prevent that. So I'm now even taking other people down with me, because now he also has nothing, and isn't well enough to work.
I mainly just stress people out, these days. I am just here and just being here is enough to cause problems.
I wish I hadn't taken my best friend up on his offer to live with him because now I'm worse and I'm constantly worried he will be made depressed by how things in his life make him feel like nothing he does actually helps anything, because of forces beyond us. I am ashamed every time I need yet another emotion support. I have done nothing but make his life worse.
Again, been trying to get out. It's worthless. And there are things much more important than my happiness anyway. Eventually I'll have no service dog, as she's gotten too old to help with most things, and no medications as I run out of funds, and thanks to several traumas that happened in the past few years during my failed attempts to remain employed despite my disabilities, no hope left. I left work environments more traumatized than when I started.
I clearly no longer fit in and do not belong, anf eventually I will have no animals to shepherd around, and I will be alone and finally be able to get rid of everyone else's biggest burden. And I'll finally feel happy and relieved, I'm sure. I'm tired of being beaten down and assaulted and raped and made to feel worthless. For some people maybe life isn't surviving one disaster to the next, and I hope the best for the rest of you. Not trying to say I'm so special that I alone deserve to die or anything, just saying I'm tired of my life being about suffering LITERALLY all the time, and I would like to finally take an ounce of control back and end my own suffering how *I* want to.
I'm really, really sorry to say that. It's the most optimistic thing I can muster right now. I'm really sorry. I don't want to be like this. I wish you would all leave my diary and stop focusing on me and instead just try to get better.
I don't want any comfort from you unless it makes you feel better about yourself. I'm not in the right state of mind to receive it. I wish I had died in one of my previous attempts because I'm not in a good enough position to do it now.
I hope you have a peaceful night, I'm so sorry for posting this.