I don’t need anyone to curse at me—I already know I’ve messed up. Everyone has their own struggles, and mine are just… overwhelming right now. If I’ve made a mistake in the story, please, don’t tell me. I can’t handle it. I’m already sinking, already feeling low, and I just… need a moment where I don’t hear more. Call me selfish, call me rude, call me whatever you want—because right now, I’m only trying to survive myself.
Take care.♡