It feels like going through the motions. Like you aren’t really alive, just breathing, struggling to grasp on to anything that may make you want to stay alive for another day. You grasp at anything to cope, drugs, sex, alcohol, adrenaline, music. I didn’t think I was going to make it past 18, but my best friend I grew up with and I promised ......
2023-12-29 04:41 marked
A constant war between rationality and fuck it all. Do I kill myself or live to see another day? Should I tell my mom I need help or am I delusional? Should I stop invalidating my own emotions or do I embrace them?
2023-03-23 03:12 marked
For the depress people