Version of okay

Things I could never say, thoughts I have on my depression and anxiety, and descriptions of fucked up life events. Over all a clusterfuck of fuck this that and the way i feel. Not angry, well not completely anyway, mostly just bitter self-loathing.

Also
Please don't steal my shit, thats like Dean Winchester makin it with Mary Winchester levels of fucked up. Not that I judge if you ship but dude we all know the guys meant to be with the angel in a trench coat.