Buffer.
Do things actually get better? People always say that, and ever since I attempted suicide a few years ago, I’ve honestly tried my best to make my life better, but it all seems futile. Like the fact I’m still alive is some kind of a mistake.
Don’t worry, I’m not close to attempting suicide again, and I’ve started seeing a therapist, but it just all seems useless like I can’t just be a regular goddamn person like everyone else.