Life?

Thank you, tumblr. Thank you for being the one place I can say all the shit I can’t say anywhere else. Where I can admit my hypocrisies and vent my problems. My minuscule problems that I transform into fucking mountains. Right now, I have one follower on here. So thank you, follower, for reading all my crappy notes and poems. Are you even reading them? I don’t care. As long as you’re there. You unresponsive, nearly nonexistent therapist. That I can say these pointless rantings on here with only one person who may not even read it makes such a big difference to me. But if only… If only the people these rantings are about could read these. If only they could know how I really felt. If only she knew how fucked up I am, maybe she could help therapize me. I can’t remember the last time I felt brave, or confident. She took that all with her. If only…