I don't know what I'm doing, but I do know a lot about myself. I'm mentally troubled. I have a deep range of dark emotion. I am trying to deal with it better. I'm brain damaged & this is me, doing my best. Cats and all animals are my anti depressants. But so is alcohol, and drugs. Oh, and The Simpsons. I wish I was having sex more, but hey, whatcha g'on do. I am a Goth Girl, Metal /Rock Chick. I'm a complete SPOOKY GIRL. LOVE HORROR AND ANYTHING DARK AND SCARY. And as almost 99.9% of Goths, BLACK is my favourite colour. BLACK 🖤 IS BEAUTIFUL.
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Will Things Ever Get Better Again? Idk,but I Wish I Had A Friend To Do Things With. My Anxiety Halts
Will things ever get better again? Idk,but I wish I had a friend to do things with. My anxiety halts my excitement for all the things I want to do. Even just going for a long walk. *Sigh. I guess if I'm honest with myself,I am lonely. I have my Son, but he's 18. He's creating his own life. I can't put my wants on to him. And my mum , she's 67 and housebound. She's a riot, and I love chilling with her,but she's not going to be going for a hike any time soon. I just don't meet people doing the stuff that I do. And because of the anxiety/paranoia I always have my earphones in with my music up loud, or my head in my phone looking through Reddit, Imgur,or here. I really hope things change soon for the better. And I have to get a cat to make my new flat a home. Now breath. 🖤🤍🐈⬛🐈
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