I think my worst phase in my life (for now) made me a little bit poetic. Cause I'm better now, I feel like I'm not in desperation (is that even a word lol) I don't know should I continue this book. I mean, I know just a few people actually read this. I'm okay with that, cause those shit are the worst thing I've ever felt.
The thing is, I have another problem. It's still about desperation, but not with my existence or smth. It's more about my feelings romantically and platonically (seriously don't know how to write platonic in adverb) and it's kinda deep. Maybe you'll find it weird. Oh! And I got anxious easily lately, so uhh kinda scared of everything for now. I have a fuck ton feelings that I think need to be say.
Sometimes I'm wondering do I need therapy? Cause I started to think Vessa is real. I made him 2 years ago. He's like my friend but more like a dark side of me.
(I know that sounds weird)
Well have a good day :) if you find it disturbing, just leave ig. Cause I just want to write what I feel since I can't really express myself.
