vent blog

Friends aren’t real. There are people who talk to you when they’re bored and then leave when you become too much of a burden for them to handle. That’s it

let's pretend like everything is ok even though the ache & agony & grief & pain is never ending

sometimes it feels like I should just shut up forever and not do anything at all

Pretending to be less mentally unwell than you are is exhausting. I just want 2 go feral, scream cry and kick

i just dont want it to feel like this anymore

it’s okay if your future goals are like “still be alive then” and “find happiness” and “have a will to live”

They should invent a form of existence that isn't just an endless loop of waking up and feeling misunderstood and alone

if only i was easier to love

im so tired of suffering