I like to think this is an anonymous blog.
One that no one really reads.
But for whatever reason, there are still views stacking up.
A handful of people, somewhere read this. And that frightens me. I share stupid things on here. The things I need to vent. And I'm scared. I'm scared of who might read it. What if I'm in danger by posting thoughts online? I am ashamed of my life. I am ashamed of existing. I am small and weak and pathetic, and I'd like to fall asleep and never wake up. But that's just dumb. I can't do that to people. I mean, I could, but I hate the idea.
So here I am. Floating like a fucking weight around everyone's neck. Making it difficult for everyone to get around and do anything without my fucking weight pulling them under.
I'm sorry. Sorry to be such a fucking burden.
I can't even type anymore. I'm too depressed. Good night or whatever.