I guess I should start out by saying I’m 23 years old, still living with my parents. I have a wonderful boyfriend, but everything else?
Well. It doesn’t make me feel happy to be on this earth.
I’m sad to say but I have lost every will to try and continue, but I will, whether I like it or not, continue. But it hurts.
It hurts to have a father that loves you but will be aggressive and scary with you, screaming and yelling, throwing dishes and making the home you love turn to the hospital ward you escaped. I don’t know how else to explain it, it hurts.
I lost my best friend, someone I’ve known since middle school, and won’t respond to me. I know it’s my fault, there’s nothing wrong there. I should’ve been less clingy and needy, and more a friend. But it eats me, I want him back as a friend and as someone who can giggle and laugh with me.
I lost a lot of my friends due to my mental health and being late diagnosed. Because I didn’t know what’s wrong with me.
Everything’s hitting me and I feel so.. empty. I need something rn, anything. But I can’t bring myself to accept the happiness no matter what.
I want him back to have a friend but what’s the point, he doesn’t care. And neither should I but here I am.
I’m just venting because I have no where els rot vent.