It's been like, 3 months? 5 months? And things are so much worse. I just started dealing with them in a better way. Or maybe I just stopped dealing with it. I'm very upset right now.
I want to cry cry cry cry cry and just. Please, someone kill me. Please.
It's crazy how tiniest things can ruin my day completely. Those small things that make you go "oh" and your day is gone, poof, everything crumbles and you feel dizzy. I want to rot in my bed and die.
I wish I was a better person. I wish I was happy
YOU ARE READING
this and that
RandomA journal? Maybe? I just write whatever goes through my mind because I have no friends to talk to
