The worst part of putting on a binder is having to take it off.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
I have trouble getting through the day anymore.
I have trouble talking to anybody.
My head is either empty or overwhelmingly full.
I hardly feel a thing. Nothing but guilt.
I forgot how to be a person, I guess.
I hate it. Everything.
I want it to be over with.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I want to vent but my brain can barely form coherent thoughts. I can't focus..
I'm such a goddamn train wreck.
YOU ARE READING
Literal Garbage
Randomit's either me venting about depression and stuff OR just random shit. there's no in-between, it's always one of the two. oh and i cuss a lot so maybe keep your kiddos out of here.
