Venting venting because why not

[Skiz0]

Last night I had a dream about the girl I used to be in love with. Fuck, I'm already completely miserable and my brain still does this to me. Like I'd ever talk to her again, like I'd ever hug her again, like I could ever be a normal person that she'd want a relationship with. I'm so tired of everything and how nothing makes sense, and how I'm always alone, stuck in my own head with the most violent thoughts possible. This existence is a joke. If God existed and was really merciful, He'd just kill me already.