vivi 💕🫐

i think nobody will understand how truly sad i feel unless i take my life to prove it.

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

non capirò mai questa tendenza dei giornali di sporcare la parola amore associandola a queste gesta disumane e abominevoli, non è un amore “non corrisposto” a spingere un uomo a uccidere una ragazza di 22 anni nel pieno della propria vita, è malvagità, ossessione, sociopatia, questa voglia di UMANIZZARE assassini a sangue freddo non la capirò mai

me core