*internal screaming*
*oversharing ahead because it's been too long since my last therapy session*
what's up. It's ya boy. ur local attention whore. the local depressed + anxious bitch who's been 1000 times worse and feels guilty because he deserves to be in a worse position and it doesn't make sense to not be more anxious.Currently fucking dying about my ex/friend who makes me scared for no goddamn fucking reason other then I've been stupid paranoid about people (expecially males) for years for literally no fucking reason. you'd think I got molested when I was little but no. my childhood was fine except for when my dad accidentally fucking shot my sister in the leg and I can still hear her screaming. :))))))))))))
It's been like a month since my last therapy appointment and I didn't take my zoloft today can u tell
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art book 2 [COMPLETE]
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