There really is a storm named Labuyo and it's been raining and cloudy the past few.
I've quite given up on life. I'm not about to kill myself, but I don't even want to try to live anymore. I just don't see the point. I feel like things are getting worse instead of better.
And i want to shoot all those "prophets" who said I'd be better because they thought that's what I needed to hear. There's one lady in particular that I want to maim so she wouldn't have to open her mouth in manipulation again.
I can't even get out of bed most days. I don't even want to. But I have to, because I feel like I'm turning into cured ham.
I've ditched on some stuff. Been giving the reason that I'm tired - which is only a partial truth. The entirety of it is that I'm badly depressed, I'm lonely, I'm in despair and I'm not much to be making an appearance anywhere right now.
The current living situation is making things worse. I have no idea how to better it. I just need to get away. Soon. Like now.
