I give up. I have filled countless journals and apps with writing about stupid shit. only to have to face the internet and watch thousands of strangers envy the life I have. it’s sickening. it’s disgusting and it’s extremely painful.
why?
I was once in the same position. I still am. stick a dagger in my chest. that’s how deep the pain runs within me when I think about the fact that I’m fueling something so dark and almost sinister.
social media and everyones false perceptions of what reality is due to its affects.
I hate that people think my life is sunshine and rainbows.
Ok. I get it
Hating
Omg
I literally just realized
I am two different people
And writing allows me to talk to myself bruh
conversation over I’m gonna return to this later cause I just had a fucking epiphany
