Pigeonsintherough

You know what feels terrible? Happiness. Because its never been real. And it can never be real.

Pigeonsintherough

I don’t even know why I have an account. No one reads my stuff, I’m the only one who accumulates reads by scrolling through my own writings. That’s pretty pathetic. How can no one else realize that none of this matters. None of this matters. NONE OF IT MATTERS. I’m really sick. And no one has ever cared. And no, I can’t readjust. And I realize no one will ever read this, and if they do, they’ll probably assume I’m not actually giving up. Which I am. So I’ll post this to no repercussions because I don’t care about any of this at all. And I am referring to life