This is a vent story for my cousin and also my first one here.
it's a nice sunday night and my depression has hit me for the third time that day.
it seems like all i write is sad stuff.
i was inspired to use the olive branch as an element by a poem i read by @in . the only difference is how i'd use that branch
-This is going to be me venting, this may be slightly triggering-
There's no name for this feeling
Me venting about my bad day
sometimes words stick in my head until i break
tw for depression and mention of self harm
not an early morning person
I'm not so dense that I can't understand.
I’m sick of liars.
I haven't been writing that much. Just some things here and there that I'll post later but for right now I need to vent a bit.
> in which i vent my anxiety and stress about what is to come
i needed to vent
Basically the poem version of 'I don't need friends, they disappoint me'.
this is about an ex-girlfriend. i used her name once in this, but i won't say where.
Loyalty is my biggest strength and my biggest weakness.
sorry, guys, i needed a midinght vent session-
Finding self-worth. Short story.
It's okay to be lost. You will be found.