Scribble Fan
I'm out!
- May 30, 2019
- 815
So fucking cold and alone.
Does anyone actually care in this world? I don't think anyone truly does, it's just not possible for humans. Everyone has an ulterior motive, something they want. Problem is I have nothing to give. Mental illness has ravaged me until I'm just a hollow shell. There's nothing left. I wish I had something to give so somebody would love me. I dream all the time about having people that love me but it's just a fantasy.
Everything just feels so shallow, like nothing is real. Has it always been this way? Everyone's so obsessed with vapid nonsense and it leaves me nauseous. Is this hell? Like, seriously, is this a layer of hell? I honestly wouldn't be surprised. Everything is so wrong in this place. I wish I wasn't so goddamn sensitive, that way I could join the army and die with some dignity.
I miss my animals. My two cats and my dog. They're all dead and I felt like they were the only ones that actually gave a shit about me. I want to die and go be with them again. I don't belong in this world.
I feel sick. Nothing helps anymore. It's just constant pain, anxiety, rage and depression.
Well, there you go. Rambling nonsense, brought to you by Scribble Fan. I'm not sure anyone's even going to read my bullshit so thanks a bunch if you did.
Does anyone actually care in this world? I don't think anyone truly does, it's just not possible for humans. Everyone has an ulterior motive, something they want. Problem is I have nothing to give. Mental illness has ravaged me until I'm just a hollow shell. There's nothing left. I wish I had something to give so somebody would love me. I dream all the time about having people that love me but it's just a fantasy.
Everything just feels so shallow, like nothing is real. Has it always been this way? Everyone's so obsessed with vapid nonsense and it leaves me nauseous. Is this hell? Like, seriously, is this a layer of hell? I honestly wouldn't be surprised. Everything is so wrong in this place. I wish I wasn't so goddamn sensitive, that way I could join the army and die with some dignity.
I miss my animals. My two cats and my dog. They're all dead and I felt like they were the only ones that actually gave a shit about me. I want to die and go be with them again. I don't belong in this world.
I feel sick. Nothing helps anymore. It's just constant pain, anxiety, rage and depression.
Well, there you go. Rambling nonsense, brought to you by Scribble Fan. I'm not sure anyone's even going to read my bullshit so thanks a bunch if you did.