I love angst.
I love watching/reading it, when all the feelings are fake.
But when anxiety and bad memories creep up your spine and into your brain there's nothing worse.
I used to be so sucky.
And I hate that.
I should move on, but it reaaalllyyy gets on my nerves.
That wall won't be hit by my head today, but I'm starrrrttiinngg to realllly want it to be.
YOU ARE READING
Dumb shet
RandomI don't even- Please don't read this. This is kinda like a rant book. No, I'm not depressed, suicidal, in deep shoot or whatever. I'm just a dumb, stressed out, sleep deprived child who needs to let herself be angry somewhere where she won't be cons...
