I am pushing myself to hard. Even when i’m not alone, i’m lonely. I hate the life i’m living. Actually I just hate living.
I’m pushing myself way to hard. Even when i’m not alone i’m lonely.
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence