I’m just really tired of living. I know it sounds so much but that’s just what I’m feeling right now, and I know the next day or two I’ll probably forget about this feeling until it comes back. Eventually. I don’t know how much longer this feeling will last, and I don’t have anywhere to cry myself to sleep because nowhere in my household is a place I can call a safe spot. I don’t even have a bedroom. I’m not sure who’ll read this, but even then I feel guilty just talking about this without having to think that someone is taking it on their shoulders to read through my bullshit. I can’t really help it, that’s all.
health1 felt this