in the pits of despair. drowning in my sorrows. i am a burden to everyone and everything. pillow is soaked with tears. wondering when this mental war will finally end. life is meaningless and theres no point in anything.
my health app:
Itโs been a day or so since I ran out of weed and Iโve cried so many times about how much I hate being alive. And truly. I would be fine if I could smoke.