i believe that people can die in 3 ways. mentally, spiritually, and physically. (i know this blog post is short as fuck i’m probably gonna make another one tonight)

my brother killed me mentally last year, and my mother killed me spiritually a long time ago. so i guess i’m dead in 2/3 ways already. and i have 60 more years of life to put up with this shit.

sorry if this post is so depressing. i heard my mother say “pfft” to my brother, and i started thinking about the time she did that and said i was useless, retarded, said i’m good for nothing, that i’ll never be anything, and many more shit i forgot because i fucking forget everything.