There’s no other way to describe it. There’s a pile of hair on my shoulder as always, from me ripping my hair out of my scalp. I have no motivation to do anything, it’s 6:15 AM and I have not slept and I probably will sleep away my day tomorrow because I’m good for nothing and all I know how to do is fucking sleep
You can call me K. I’m 17. Everything else is unimportant. I’m extremely paranoid that somehow people will recognize the way I write, and find out this is me. I’ve created this blog so I can get my sometimes unhealthy feelings and thoughts out, and put them somewhere. Maybe I could even help somebody. I’m thinking of making videos as well, but I’m afraid someone from real life will find this. I can’t risk that.
Anywho, I suffer from many different mental illnesses and everyday is a battle for me. I’ve had anxiety and depression for as long as I can remember, and have been taking medication since I was about 14. I feel as if I’ve just developed so many more issues. Follow me through my head. This could be triggering, depressing, funny, sexual, exciting, enlightening, etc. Enjoy.