Oh my god the pattern to whenever I access the account is consistent. It's like I get recurring depressive episodes when it's near my birthday or within my birthday month. My brain knows I regret living lmao
Because I feel like it's something small or insignificant like being upset about certain people liking things and I have no say nor right to tell them that it makes me upset
It's so ironic that I used to wish rainy days would be here more often.
Now I just wish desperately that to make it sunny today, so I can hate this world one last time before I go.
I woke up with this weather.
It's not sunny nor is it rainy
It's cloudy and windy
But I guess this weather is nice too
I guess it's nice enough to be my last day.