Louis

Hey guys, been a while. I’m not sure if any of my old friends are still active on this app. I’m 20 now and mentally stable (important to mention, as I was reading over my old posts and stories and… oof.). I’ve got more pets now and I’m in college. I have a boyfriend that I’ve kept for over 3 years, and we are very happy together. My year has been a dumpster fire but it seems like that’s how everyone else’s year went as well. Either way, I’m glad it’s almost over. I honestly miss when I was active on this app, just not my mental state. 
          
          I’m not even sure I should have posted this. It’s been so long and I’m sure all of my old friends are never going to see this. (If you do see this, I hope we can reconnect, I miss y’all)
          
          I think that is all for now, thanks for reading. 

What's up people imma start posting again any story ideas

If any of you care enough to see this:
          
          You may think I'm quiet for a variety of reasons, whether it be that I'm shy or whatever. 
          I want to tell you why, and this sounds really dumb but whatever! It's not like anyone is going to see this. 
          So, first of all, I'm not quiet because I want to be a jerk and not talk to you. No, it's because if I were to say something wrong, who knows what you would think. 
          For the past few days I've been contemplating if I should shut down and not talk to anyone so they don't have to deal with my problems. 
          Everyday I live in constant fear I'll say something and mess it all up between me and my friends, or worse, my boyfriend. 
          I regret everything I say even if it doesn't matter what I said. 
          I hate it when I have to explain to people that I hurt myself for every mess up I have, so it won't happen again.
          I hate it when I have to lie and say I'm okay when I'm not. 
          I hate it when I can't even tell my boyfriend things in fear of what he might think.

I just watched Sam Winchester die 6 times,
          And Dean Winchester die 118 times

Another cut, 
          
          Another tear,
          
          Another reminder....
          
          That no one is here

My heart is torn in half because you took the other half away with you

I seem cold when you first meet me because if I open up to you then who knows how many times I could hurt you

Sorry that I'm so useless. Sorry I can't ever get anything right. Sorry I'm posting this. I'm sorry I even exist.

Life gives me ANXIETY

Oof imma die