Vent, I guess I’m tired. So God damn tired. My life is a literal nightmare. On top of everything I get assaulted in a club by a chaser the first time I don’t go to a femme centered place once sober. Because ofc I do. I don’t know how it will get better. Got no hope for it to but that’s okay, not expecting anything good to happen means when it does it’s really nice. Cioran really hits the nail on the head when he said “Why don’t I commit suicide? Because I am as sick of death as I am of life.”