Despair. It’s not just an emotion. It’s a state of being. I don’t know if being able to vent at someone helps in the slightest. I’m awful at venting in person anyhow. I’m much better at sitting quietly and listening to what’s going on around me.

Someday I’m going to implode and create a black hole, thus destroying the solar system. Until then, I’ll just sit quietly and think about it, listening to everyone around me. And don’t start telling me that I can vent at you… I won’t. It just doesn’t happen. Especially not if you start telling me how you’re there for me whenever I need it. That isn’t how I work.

You don’t know me now,
I kinda thought that you should somehow…