I go to bed early, around 10pm because I already know The first 2 hours will go by crying, having a meltdown..
And finally fall asleep with squinty eyes that’s tired from crying so much every night.
I guess you could call my diary a “depressing diary”
Listening to “feel something -bea Miller” ... feeling everything in the song relates my feelings.
I just want to feel something other than grief.
I don’t want to die, but I also don’t want to live.
Just wanna disappear and let go.
Just want to walk Into the ocean and let go..