Ranting. Again. TW: Death
Hi there. So i'ma just trauma dump. (smth like that) I hate myself that I have depression and all. Like wtf is wrong with me. I smile to hide my misery but on the inside I know i'm dying. Dying...what is dying to me? Dying is a thing i desire. I DESIRE death. Why am I so desperate? Because my life is fucked. My relationship with my parents is bad. My relationship with my friends is HORRID. My life...is just useless. It's like..I mean nothing to this world. I don't want a legacy. I don't want to hold the weight of stress on my shoulders alone. But what's the point when no one will help me? What is 'Legacy?' It's like planting a small seed in a garden. A garden you will never see. I'm done.
~Willow










