everything is a mess. my life, my mind. i don't expect anyone to understand, 'cause i can't understand it myself. i want everyone to leave me alone. i don't want to talk about it, the fear grows even more inside of me. people think it's easier if we let it all out. but, it's not. i hate it hearing myself having to explain what happened to me,it makes me depressed. i just want to make it go away, but it doesn't.
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suicidal thought
Aléatoirethis is basically how i feel about my fucked up life and i know many can relate to this
