Birthdays are supposed to be happy, filled with laughs and smiles and joy right?
Then why is it on my birthday all my parents do is fight.
I recently came out to them about my depression, suicide attempts, and cutting addiction.
Does it mean nothing?
Every little lie, and every little fight, every single night is reading me apart, and now I know it's over.
My ex boyfriend is pretending we never happened, that he never hurt me.
My ex girlfriend unfollowed me again, don't know if it's something I did it what.
One of my best friends is going to kill herself, and I can't even be there to help her with any of it.
I'm just now realising, in my birthday, that I am a disgrace and a disappointment.
I'm sorry. ♥♥♥♥💔💔💔❤❤❤☔☔☔☁☁☁
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Vent🌌
Ngẫu nhiênThis is just a vent book. All stuff and songs are original and copyrighted. I thanks prepare for edginess. Yeah, the cover has nothing to do with this book.
