September is just a terrible month. I thought maybe with a new year, it would change and o could make it better. I was wrong, it’s just always going to be bad.
What am I even doing with my life.
Sad sad sad
I’m constantly tired, and I never get a day to rest, so yes I do get grouchy easily.
All I am is a burden.
Slowly sinking into depression
I must just have the wrong idea of love, I thought it was when you would do anything to be with that one person, and never wanted to loose them. I just must be wrong
what if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again