i always thought that i had control over who i could love
i was proved wrong when i met him
but he lived too short for me to tell him
and it hurt so much to know he loved me back
i hope i could live long enough to at least let them know how much i love them before i give up
morning.
weather is nice huh?
who am i kidding im talking to a rock slab thats tricked into thinking
at least it doesnt have an ai so advanced that it will talk back
i dont know why i still vent
i guess im so alone that ill resort to a diary
that everyone can read
its like a suicide note but its still in progress
its funny
i know people read it just by the view count
and no votes because it must feel horriblej to not help huh?
at least you're honest
thats what really matters to me by this point, honesty
its wonderful to be told to be loved but it hurts when its a lie
im unstable
and im losing friends, my support beams
people are inanimate objects that have the will to move around
i dont have a will to move
but i still do
how much longer until i lose that little thing that pushes me to stay alive
YOU ARE READING
not your cup of tea (venting)
Randomtw : this will include depressing and suicidal themes as it is a vent book. occasionally i will share vent drawings that may cause some bad thoughts to you. a/n : i share this because im still hoping somebody will help me i cant breathe anymore. im...
