#335.
These tears and breakdowns are becoming frequently more frequent.


At eleven this morning, I hate to say it, but I was in bed. In bed, pulling my covers over me feeling so much resentment and all this other fucking bullshit that people aren't supposed to feel at eleven in the fucking morning. So I cried. I don't even know what I was crying about specifically, I'll call it generalized crying. Just over everything. Everything lately.
I've lost it. I've completely lost it and I'm pretty sure right now I'm borderline insane, and I'm going to sin heavily if it gets any worse.


I know right now I sound like a huge dramatic little bitch, but really. I'd be completely amazed if you could barely even begin to fathom the bullshit that is taking place right now. It's okay if you don't understand. It's okay if you think what I'm saying is complete exaggeration and everything. But to be god damn fucking honest, you have no idea.
I would go into details and specifics but really, there isn't any point. There's so much that has snowballed into this moment, and even beginning to explain it seems utterly useless.


Again, I really wish you were here. I really wish you were at home, and I could get out of this hellshack that is home and find my way to you. So you can say those million things so completely unrelated to anything and I wouldn't have to think about this monstrous pile of shit.




On a separate note, thank you to A, and J for the albums.

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