This is a thing

one game before warwick m7 and i wanna blow my brains out.

honey.

oh boy it’s that time of night again.

fear feels like its the only thing thats going to consistently stick with me in life. i feel like im always screaming into this empty echo chamber where the words come back at me louder and louder and louder. the thoughts telling me that they dont care, that im not special, that no ones paying attention.. theyre all there, always bouncing back at me. maybe i should realize that the motivation i have to live shouldnt be based off of the consideration and clarification of others towards me, and that i should live on my own merit. but for now, i genuinely dont feel like anything i do means anything to anyone, and wont make a large enough lasting impact on them and change them at all. im a low life loser, nothing to be proud or happy about. all i can do is sit here and wait for it to end. no one cares bro, just keep scrolling.

maybe someone will see these one day, until then im lost in obscurity.