I feel like life is all a lie sometimes and connections we “thought” we made. Putting in so much fxxcking effort for what, yet another failed relationship, and why do they fxxcking lie? Like be honest, why are you being such a lying fxxk wit, sick of it honestly, on my hundredth meltdown over this all… just wanna cut a little to see the blood, I know I’ll still live because I don’t want to die really. Why is my mind this way.
