So tomorrow is my birthday, July 22. I'll be 51 years old. And all I'm about is, like, death. Because probably I lost a friend recently to suicide. And I don't know. I'd be lying if I said that part of me is not jealous of him because he's in peace. He's someplace better than this, more quiet, free of pain and anxiety and stress. That's me, by the way
Jared DeCarlo
@jared13 · 1:42
Music. I'd like to be happy, you know, again. It's hard when you don't have anything to look forward to, you know? I don't. I feel like the best of my years have passed me and I'm giving now here, the remainder of those years taking care of people that don't appreciate it, or maybe they do
Hey. Anyone know me? I'm Lindsay. And it's I mean, I wish I could say it's nice to meet you. I mean, I don't want to say so, like, trying to make light of anything. I feel how dire this is, and I wish I could do something. I don't want to sit here and say, hey, I know how you feel, but I do. And I'm not going to suggest anything. And I get it
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
Also, like, I'm sorry for my nose. Like, I don't even it's it's like, no pun intended. For real. I just I can totally feel the despair. I'm so sorry. I didn't know whether to stay, whether to go. I just didn't want to be here anymore. And people suggest all these things and think positive and sending meats, and I'm just like, I get it