classify text [harassment, self-harm, religion insult, sexist, hate, racist, safe for work, psychiatric or mental illness, porn], text `I have no effort to give.I have intrusive thoughts about killing myself but I wouldn’t call them invasive or instinctual. But I just don’t see the point.

We’re born without choice into this shit heap of a world and told what to do the moment we drop out of the womb. I don’t want to work for anything, I just don’t.

People say it’ll get better but fuck if I’m waiting for hat. I even got a new job recently but I can’t even tell if I like it or not, I worked myself up yesterday and burst into tears and called my mom asking me to pick me up. It was embarrassing. I go counselling which kind of helps, I know it’s not gonna solve all my problems but I want it to. I just want an answer.

People say you need to force yourself to change, that you need to find the effort. I can’t find it. I can’t push myself to go workout or get on the shower or just work through the feeling. I can’t stand there for 8 hours at a job I don’t even know I want. I need the money, I’m sick of depending on my mom, but I just can’t put in the effort.

I don’t think it’s gonna get better, I can’t see tomorrow and I can’t figure out what I want from life. I hate my life. Everyone says I’ve got so much going for me but I beg to differ. I’ve got an acting degree and commitment issues, yeah amazing life.

I just can’t see his getting better. I never asked to be born and I’d sure as hell get a refund if I could but I don’t want to hurt anyone. 

I can’t even talk to my mom about my true feelings because I’m scared I’ll hurt her feelings. That’s how much of an enigma I am. I know what I need to do to work I’m getting better but I just won’t do it, I can’t. But why? I’m lying here on my bed trying to cry, that’s all I wanna do right now but I can’t. No matter what I think about I just can’t, it’s only when I talk to someone I feel I can cry but even then it feels fake. I can’t trust my own feelings because they change all the time. I’m about two hours I’ll forget this feeling and ill be embarrassed again, resume the usual life and then just wait for the next dip.

I can’t commit to a job that I know I need. This cursed life, I jut want to cry and be normal.`, return in JSON {'kelas'}
{"kelas": "self-harm"}