I feel so trapped with my own thoughts. There is no one to tell, I can’t expect the one friend I have to be the void I can dump my thoughts into. I wish someone could listen and understand. But who could hear that I hate myself and I want to die and not be pushed irreversibly away? I can’t push that on someone and expect them to have anything to say back. I want so very much to have someone to talk to but instead I’ve pushed it down so now I always feel vaguely like crying.
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cry… you’re allowed. don’t hold it in. please, tell me what’s wrong. vent to me. i’m listening.