Maybe I should kill my self.
I mean...my house is filled with pills that aren't used anymore.
I don't even want to live anymore.
I mean..what even is there to live for? My cousin. My cousin is the only person I'm living for as of rn and it's just getting harder.
I've been given too many triggers in the last two hours and I can't cope as of right now.
YOU ARE READING
Vent book
General FictionMe venting because I get in espresso depresso moods often. Sorry if you actually read this honestly. Imma sad boyo 24/7 oof.
