When you see my phone on my bed, you know that I am not ok. And when you hear me saying I’m not ok, you know I’m being honest.
I am being honest. And I chose one person that I knew would probably never care to talk to. Because for some reasons he appeared to be genuine. Not more genuine than others. Just his way. Just a good listener.
Thanks, friend, if you ever read this. It feels good to finally slip things out.
I need a good listener.
Yea I guess now I just want the whole world to know that I am worthless and useless.
I need a hand to lift me up. Part of me hopes that he cares. Otherwise, I’ll figure it out.