Whet am I supposed to do?
This shit is ruining my life, for real.
Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m just fucked up beyond repair. Maybe I’m the one who makes everything so rotten.
I’m tired. These waves of calm are not enough. I don’t wanna be okay one second and depressed the next. I’m tryna be happy. But every step I take … something is fucked up. The common denominator is me. Everything brings me back to these thoughts. Weak ass. Whatever. I pray I just die soon.