date: september 21st, 2025
i'm so fucking lonely. i wish i could stop feeling this way.
i'm so tired. i miss feeling safe and comfortable and happy. i wish i could be saved. i wish there was a way to fix me.
i don't know why this always happens. i wish i could stop. i wish this would stop. it happens so fast, too.
ahh, i wish i could do something for once. but i can't!! i'm useless!! all my words are pointless and what little art i make has no meaning!! it just reflects someone no one should find worth knowing!! i'm sorry!! i'm sorry i'm so disappointing!!
sorry i just know i put myself up to write one of these every two weeks and i'm just. not doing well tbh. i'll write something worth reading next time.
i wanted to have depression starting when i was 8 or 9 because i wanted something to be interesting about me, but look where it's led me. i'm still the same boring little thing i've always been. isn't that funny?