i wasn't ever really a good poster but to be honest the amount of times i posted about how i was genuinely suicidal or dealing with severe depression and the amount people who i know knew about that yet decided to respond with constant mocking and insults anyways, i'm surprised i kept coming back to this place. it was all pretty fucking public and to my memory no one ever actually called anyone out on it.

not saying i was ever an innocent victim, and a lot of times i basically walked...

so not like anyone cares or anything but whatever

i'm a transwoman.

cool thanks bye everyone

you passed out on me i guess ill hit the lights

i dont think we were ever friends

i talked with my friend for half an hour after work about how my job pushed me the closest it ever has to suicide and we had a good talk

there is a way
there is a way
there is a way
there is a way
there is away
there is a way
there is away
there is a way
there is a way
there is a way
there is a way
there is a way
there is ia way
there is a way
there is a way
there is away
there is a way
there is a way
there is aw ay
there is a way
there is a way
there is wa ay
there is aw way...

im no one

i don't post here anymore if you want to see me emotional shitpost you have to be on the discord

I haven't worried about you in two days
I don't know how you're feeling or if you're sleeping well at night
It feels really good but not particularly right
This isn't like a poem or a song or anything I just wanted that last line to rhyme for some reason
I don't know if you'll come back to me
I don't really care and I hope the best for you either way

i had a wonderful dream last night
its type is becoming quite familiar to me
i woke in my bed
my things across from me exactly as they were
everything was good
something was wrong
i went to my mother to ask her a question
if i had come here why couldn't i remember driving
my car was in the driveway
my things were in my room
but i couldn't remember bringing them
she did not answer
i returned to the nightmare i was...