Ugh I just have so many emotions. And then none. It's stupid but makes me wanna jump out the window.
I just read something I wrote way less than a month ago and it reminded me of what I was thinking. And what I still do. Sort of.
It's so wrong but sometimes it feels right.
or
It's so right but I think it's wrong because I don't wanna do it.
I don't wanna cry but it's 3am and I'm 17 and everything is fucked up and there are those 800 words burning a hole into my "soul". It's fun how concerned people are about keeping me alive. Just let me show you how good things would get without me...
I woke up crying the next morning. Not because I was sad, but because I knew it had to be done.
And it was long overdue.
I can still sleep for like 6 something hours lalala not worrying myself or anything
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