I have been crying at least twice daily for the past few days due to things going on in my personal life, along with memories from my past. The thing is, THEY’RE ALL MY FAULT.

Call me mentally ill, delusional or whatever but I just wish Martin was real.

Martin is the person I wish I had. I wish I have some who is understanding and not judgemental. I wish I had a shoulder to cry on and I just wish I could have someone to give me a hug.

I feel so alone, people don’t feel empathy for perpetrators who regret their actions and feel remorse to those they hurt, because THEY caused the harm, it was THEIR fault, and crying about it makes them like the Doordash girl!