Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep Little do you know I'm still haunted by the memory Little do you know I'm trying to make it better Pace by pace Little do you know I need a little more time Underneath it all I'm held captive by the whole inside Yeah, that's how I'm feeling.

Miserable, miserable, miserable, miserable, like, honestly, I could kill myself at any point, but, but, you only live once. Or do you?

I'm gonna fucking kill myself

Um Right now I'm feeling a sense of regret, but it's a sense of regret that I made for myself like It is my fault

I'm miserable.

My therapist asks me this question once a week, and it's the same answer every time. You hear that silence? It's because there's no answer. Because I'm... I'm depressed.

I am at peace or at least more at peace compared to earlier today when I was frustrated with some things but I luckily overcame them. I'm pretty glad I'm home. I'm cozy and I'm gonna freshen up and then go to sleep so I'm I'm feeling pretty cool. Yeah, I hope you are too. Have a good night.

Eh, I don't know. I'm just chilling on my bed, on this app. Yeah, on this app. Like, for real, on this app.

I'm doing better than every man. My life's great. I've been fucking bitches getting money hella hoes on my dick Thank you for asking

Miserable because my brother and my husband move in with us and he has five kids and one set of twins and three babies. Three of them are babies and one of them is a toddler that does not shut up. So yeah. MISERABLE!