On days like these I just want to give up on living. My knees and legs hurt like hell, because of all my fucking illnesses and still I have to work, go to places, smile (even to those people I don’t really like) and make my family believe I’m fine. I’m not. There’s nothing remotely nice in my life. And my body only seems to know how to hurt and fail me.
Being home (where my parents live) is something like this:
I just have read a nice yaoi then wanted to fap like for 10 minutes - my mom was knocking on the door “what are you doing there?”
There was a time when it felt like I was in deep tunnel with no end. Maybe we might still be in that tunnel.