I Want To Cut

I wanna ride him so bad, eughhh

bark bark bark🐶

it's the hope that's killing us

p6 hiks💚

well, well, I'm unwell

How are you doing there? Are you still hanging on? This is so hard, a life. I regret it. I regret that when I was a kid, I could think that being a grownup would fix all my problems. But the reality is that growing up is a problem. You face everything—every little thing that you've never faced before. A million times I tell myself, It will be ok; everything will pass; I can get through this. But, I know, it's not easy; it's even hard. You go walking on the rocky path, and you bleed a lot. (But everything will pass, right?) Mum told me to follow the flow, but the flow was too strong for me; it washed me, but not to the shore; it washed me deeply to the depths; it makes me can't breathe; I'm out of breath. Mom, I can't figure it out.

I can bark Lance, I swear😭💥😵❌

the act of disappear

This is so unfair when you're trying to explain your feelings, when you're trying to communicate things with the person, but you're the one who always feels guilty, even when reality says no. You should do it, you should say it; you have your right. So you stopped, you let your feelings down, you let this problem go around, and you hurt yourself more deeply. This is suck!

what a chaotic start