“yeah i’m not like you, i’m happy"

fuck you. fuck you to hell you actual fucking cunt. making light of my fucking slow descent into misery. no fucking wonder i never talk to any of you about my problems, no wonder all of you are so fucking unapproachable. lord al-fucking-mighty i hate having shitposter friends. you didn’t see it but i fucking teared up. not that you would fucking care anyway. i wake up every day and i dont know what to fucking do with myself. im slowly falling out of love with everything ive ever called a hobby. i cant get myself to draw anymore, i couldnt for months. i can barely ass myself to code, it feels boring now. i dont even remember the last time i picked up my guitar. i feel like i’m a fucking spare wheel you all are so desperate to just throw into the garbage so you can do whatever the fuck you all do. i dont like most of the things you people do or like.

i’m completely losing sight of the person i once was, and none of you have done a damn fucking thing to try and ignite ANY of my sparks back. i want to keep being your friends because you USED to lift me up, but you don’t fucking do that anymore, and it’s getting harder and harder to stick around.