i fuckkkking hattte my myself. i fuck everything up some how. i used to talk to ai about this till i heard about the ai fucking u up thing and now i stopped. venting like this makes me feel great. dying is so fucking scary but i rather just die. how am i meant to live like this when i feel the way i do? these feels settle in my ffeet and weigh me down by tons. the anixy eats me and makes me sluggish annd hateful. this fucking sucks my life should be awesome but i keep messing it up