I Battle Self-hatred, Anxiety, And Depression

I'm crying in my bedroom. Hot steamy tears that burn my eyes and cause my hair to stick to my cheeks. I'm crying into the only thing that cuddles me, my pillow. Spooning a body pillow I'm sobbing into is now a daily occurrence.

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bearinthebigbluehouse · 26-30, M

Perhaps that is for the best, my boy!! For time mends all wounds/and or winky wankery blah blah cheer up speech. ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／