I would rather die alone than forgive all the shit I've been through because of these pieces of shit, i have finally found the answer: money does not buy happiness cause they buy me lots of stuff and i still fell depressed asf for how shitty im treated.
LIooking back on where my mind was during my lowest moments, I feel a heavy sense of guilt for sinking so deeply into depression, anger, and hopelessness. had a realization
No one cares enough to check on me, it feels like out of desperation to open up I reach out to people I shouldn’t have, every time I’ve opened up this year I’ve felt bad. I don’t know why. All of me wants to disappear from everyone. This feeling just never ends.