when I was growing up, it was food, mainly junk food of the little Debbie variety.
when I grew up, I replaced her with the alcohol.
now that I don’t have any vices, it’s a struggle.
when “friends” only want to talk about love lives, or lack thereof, and parents extend a mere “pray about it,” where does one turn to?
it’s somehow taboo to acknowledge when one isn’t ok.
girl I am stressed clean tf out.
& it’s more stressful that I don’t have an adequate means of expressing which would ultimately lead to me figuring things out.
people are always “busy” when real life happens to other people.
I just need people in my life that care about me and my mental health.
I’m literally stressed about the next stages in my life, and I have no outlet.
I’m tired of people talking about getting lit and wanting to get married.
other things occur, let’s talk about them.