I feel sick. Sick of myself, my life and my feelings.
Going to stupid bed at a stupid reasonable hour for my stupid mental health.
I have to keep pretending. Just keep pretending. Just pretend everything is fine.
I just want to let it all out.
I either put my all into something or I don’t care at all
I don’t want to hurt people with my death
Instead I hurt myself with my existence
Being miserable is so familiar, this is who I am
getting better but also becoming worse. u wouldn’t get it
getting better but also becoming worse. u wouldn’t get it
always alone..
