I just spent over an hour typing out a rant practically about my whole life and what's wrong with it and why I want to commit. I don't know what fucking happened, but it got deleted before I was able to post it and I wasn't able to get it back.

I almost want to laugh. The universe or God or whatever it is really doesn't give two flying fucks about me. I guess it does want me to suffer alone :)

Don't worry, I'm not actually going to kms, I promise. I idealize it a lot but that's nothing new. Rn ig i'm just in a state of astonishment. I guess it saved people from having to read a rant practically the size of an essay though!