Fuck

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I feel like shit...

Mood is currently shit...

Anxiety is through the roof...

Exams suck...

Not like anyone cares...

I don't have any close friends apparently...

Every friend I try to make leaves me anyways...

Talking about it would make everything worse...

I really hate March...

Why do I bother...

Why do we all bother...

Why do we live in a pit of sadness and misery all the time...

We're literally a small planet right next to a huge firery orb in the sky...

We're all probably going to die eventually from a huge explosion from the sun...

Or global warming...

What's the point...

I'm at the point where I just want to lie in bed and rot....

Small thoughts that I have to put away to continue living on this painful planet.

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