My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself
Why I gave up, why I’m like this, and why I became like this. Idk, I can’t explain how its like to be what I was. I felt nothing. I became sick of my routine. I had so much hatred in me.. I wanted to explode. Every tiny thing got to me and I cared too much about everything. Now, I’ve become like this. Never truly at my right state of mind. Always in my own little world. I’ve also lost many close friends. I have no filter of what I say now, my brain process slower than before. But, I’ve let loose. I felt relax and free when I’m like this. Sometimes I wonder why I got myself into something I strongly despise; I guess there’s just something about it that makes me so madly addicted.
[AGGRESSIVELY CARES FOR YOU FROM A DISTANCE BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER]