Venting friiday is here

[Lavínia]

I'm not ok. I'm not good enough in my job. I'm not good at all in my job, and it's the only thing I have. I want scream. Tired. Cutting things don't solve nothing, get back to smoking? don't, don't. I can't drink, can't drink again. big no no. I just wish they don't look me with that eyes, hope eyes, sad, disappointed round vop vop eyes. Their opinions, it's killing me. I don't want to get killed, pushed, even wanting to die. die, die, die. it's not difficult, it's not at all. Fingers crushed, throat cut, tongue ripped off. don't judge me, just don't. 20 years, it's so little? seems so long, and keep going. actually, we can't get any help, can we? it's just throw, and never returning. don't scream to me, don't make me apologize, don't say I apologize too much. if you say, I wouldn't have anything more to protect myself