Ok. I'm sorry you nice people who may read this , but I'm kinda not ok. Mentally and physically, I'm not ok. Anxiety isn't fun. Suicidal thoughts are a pain. And I'm just kinda.. here. Holding these burdens. I'm sorry if you people put up with me. And I'm sorry to any of my friends that read this. But I'm suffering. And I don't know what else to do. So I write. And you people are going to get notifications on the rare occasions that I do update. So , for you people , I'm sorry you put up with such a useless person.
G'night xx
-Ari
((Oriana I was talking about you))
YOU ARE READING
dear insecurities
Rastgeleidk I'm sorry I need someone to talk to that someone is this sad excuse of a book
