solitary confinement

So you make an anonymous tumblr like "haha no one here knows me!! I can finally vent all I want!!" Until people call you out for being a victim and a ton of other outlandish weird shit for talking about how you're feeling.

And you tell the people who can help you that you need to help but you lie to the therapist so you don't sound sick enough and your parents tell you you're an adult to suck it up and your adult friends have enough problems and they don't wanna hear yours.

And you can't bottle it up bc then you get sick and meltdown but they're so much to do and you have to prove you can do it all without freaking out or doing it wrong bc if you do it wrong you're fucked but if you stress or try you're fucked and I'm just

I'm so fucking exhausted. And I GET that literally every fucking other person can do shit with no problem I get that I don't have a reason to be sad but just

I'm a fucking drag. People are actively going out of their way to tell me how much they don't like me. No one wants me here. I don't want me here. Anyone who still talks to me is a pity relationship or bc they have to.