It's me and my worsening social anxiety against the world!!!!!!!!!!!
Or just
Me against me 
As my wounds get deeper and darker, as in a diabeytic body, my fond memories of June 1st grow my mental health for worse. 
I can't just move on forward with my life.
I experienced the ultimate bliss, only for it to be brutally taken from me, as ripping a band-aid off an unhealed wound. 
Everyday I wonder what he's doing while I drown in sorrow.
I feel like my life is really miserable rn and I really wish I could afford some vacations to a mental institution 
Everyday I'm building up rage inside me
Against the capitalism, men, rich and blonde people, and the world 
I hate being forced into a dress code. And my manager being an absolute filthy bitch to me all day long 
Life is a burden right now.
Grandma, I'm so sorry.
I wish I could've been doing the best out of my life.
This is a hellsite. I hate being here. I want to hurt myself and fade all this pain away 
I miss being an everyday gyaru too.
This dress code fucking sucks.
Luxury store MY ASS 
y'all are filthy and disgusting
y'all are filthy and disgusting Yet I'm trying to not complain as much. I should be grateful for my job. But I hate the hypocrisy.
I wanna sleep for a few days. For like, two or three days. Would be nice if I could take some of that time off 
if only...
if only...I hate living in this pool of rats called earth. I hate humans and this world. All I ever wanted was only to be a bride and a mom
why is it so complicated...
why is it so complicated...