February is already hard enough but without the help of a therapist or medicine it feels like death already with the constant self doubt where I used to have confidence and the loneliness that takes up my friend's absence, for a month that's been killing me since I was 14
all about luv single handedly gave me a will to live until the 20th when my albums arrive while simultaneously making me miss all two of my friends cause even they can't deal with me in feb
someone better pay me $100 if I make it out of feb alive, if I somehow manage to retain any friends then congrats you get a dollar for dealing with my unbearable ass
anyway time to log off this account again, and remember: if you're gonna ask me to check in on someone else knowing how far into my own head and s******l thoughts I am right now, fuck yourself! I don't care! I know you don't either so don't pretend!
our new baker lia is lowkey the only reason this depression session hasn't resulted in me doing something dumb and feb is just getting started, love that for myself
if you're gonna ask me to check up on someone else when you know how s******l I've been lately, have a couple words of advice: don't. go fuck yourself. get away from me and stay away.
@writtenbywolves picked this wicked fuckin comfy shirt + my album today (currently chillin in my car with prolouge, literally, we're about to get a good half meter or so of snow) and once again: thank you guys!