Tuesday, October 1, 2024

 Oh , jesus

I am a mental health crisis

A lot of people

Never want to go to work

.

I am not an excuse.

I just feel like I can be about to die

And maybe I died a long time ago...


Everything is too important for me.


That's good enough for this entry.


And bye . I'll talk to you soon. Bye the way.

Buy it.


I want to be alone a bit ....

 

See yas.

Yassas



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