Don’t have to read, just a vent post

I hate when my mom says she understands how I feel. I know she doesn’t. I know she doesn’t spend every second of her waking day wanting get to kill herself but being given too pussy to do it cause you know there like, maybe two people who actually care about you anymore but they’re online friends.

I fucking hate how lonely I am irl. I hate how my only friend probably don’t actually care about me and live thousands of miles away.

I hate how I’m not happy anymore and that I have no will to live.

I hate that I can’t confide in fucking anyone cause they’ll just brush it off as me being moody.

I hate existing.