If Every Living Thing Dies Alone

I am alone and fear I am losing my mind. I am a writer of another blog in black and white who has cliche forrest as their background. Perhaps this is all too long and ranting and angsty but here I am, and here you are. And there is a reason for that.

fuck everything. what’s the point

literally nothing in my fucking life ever goes right.

i think i’m losing my mind and i’m terrified