Mental Health

Sometimes I do become so jealous of others peoples lives and how simple they have it but I also feel like I’m so unappreciative about my own life when I start to think like this. Jesus Christ sometimes I’m holding on by a thread- literally. My own mother is so numb and my father is a drug addict narcissist who is bearly present in my life and has caused me enough damage already. I am truly on my own but how can I complain if I have a roof over my head? Food in my stomach. An education millions of children will never be able to acquire. A chance in life to become someone. It’s hard, it’s so fucking difficult and depression is real as shit and every day that passes becomes more difficult for me but hey like I previously stated- others have it worst and I need to keep moving forward even though I am slowly losing hope for myself. I will keep trying but if I do give up hey hey I tried :)).

Thanks for reading my lil rant. Live your life and strive forever beautiful person reading this. 😽