I don’t know how to anything but pretend. Pretend that I’m happy that I’m ok. That I don’t want to fucking die all the goddamn time. It’s so easy to act like it’s all alright. Like I have my shit together. That I’m satisfied with my life. That it doesn’t fucking kill me to feel so goddam lonely all the time. And now I’m here screaming into the void. As if anyone can hear me. As if anyone actually cares.


























