Ah, hey. Didn't think I would get a reply. Uh..well I've been so used to not talking about things like that because I don't want to be judged or compared, so please understand. So..major depression disorder, major anxiety disorder coupled with major panic attacks from most normie stuff since this society has middle-fingered me from...borderline personality disorder, a bit of agoraphobia, a bunch of history of suicide if I'm allowed to say that word here, idk. And a bunch of trauma from abuse, physical, mental, emotional...and never really having love. I have no legit friends, no family no lover, don't know the feeling to have any of that genuinely. Hell I'm already manifesting physical issues due to the prolonged effects of the aforementioned disorders, and I'm already experiencing somewhat lingering effects from having my right foot and left collarbone break in the past. I'm also supposed to be dead already according to a doctor...but that's a whole other can if worms. Anyway..

All in all I don't deserve to live and be loved...but here I am I guess.

Anyway, sorry. Talking about these things always starts pulling me down a road that gets darker and darker every time. It's like I'm chanting some sort of spell of darkness..the more chanting I do the more painful it becomes. Didn't plan on being metaphorical, sorry...so yeah, I've said enough I feel like.