Welcome, I'm sorry you're here.
You're probably curious, I'd be too. But no, this isn't fiction. I'm falling apart. Inside my brain doesn't work like it use to, rotted. Can you tell I'm lonely? So lonely. The only escape I get is the internet while my problems scream around me. A broken unshattered cause for concern I guess. I'm constantly on the verge of unraveling the twine that bounds my soul to my huge, blubbering, painfilled body. My only satisfaction is watching other humans human in a way that's been taken from me.
What am I supposed to say? I'm masquerading as a happy mother at home when id rather play a long game of speed bump on the local highway. I wake up exhausted, I've have a migraine for 2 years straight, my body aches in every way, and yet I still need to arise and nurture until I inevitably pass. I'm miserable, I was born miserable, I'll die miserable. That's all you need to know.
