Fuck it.
What do you even say anymore? Who do you even talk to anymore? Can anyone actually even be trusted? Has there ever actually been anyone to talk to? There’s a whole lot of “#bellletstalk” bullshit going on.. and believe me, there’s the one half of me that thinks it's a wonderful idea. But is anyone who isn’t diagnosed by a doctor even taken seriously? Unless you have some unruly, severe disorder/experience severe episodes do people even care? People who ARE diagnosed and suffer fiercely are just STARTING to have there voices heard. But what about the ones who suffer in silence, and go unnoticed because they self harmed enough to feel the pain, see the blood, but not enough for it to be noticed? The people who lay at night on the floor wondering “hat the fuck does this all mean anyway?” Does anyone NOT have a mental health condition? Or experience varying symptoms of depression, anxiety, bi-polar or borderline personality disorder to some extent anyway? We’re all just fucked up, fumbling pointlessly around the earth while we wait to die. “It’s a miracle you’re here” but FOR WHAT!!!!???!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!!?! AT THE END OF IT ALL WE HAVE NO FUCKING SAY IN DIEING. It’s mandatory. AND there’s literally nothing after. NOTHING, and even if there is.. This cognitive mind will have NO recollection of it so there might as well be fucking nothing. We didn’t chose to be in this shitty world, and now we’re left to navigate it blindly while we wait for the inevitable nothingness. /rant.