Random Book of Randomness

how do i title????

To start off my rant, I just found out trump is potentially coming to Ireland on November so yay!

Anyway, I'm just thinking about how shitty life can be, and how shitty I feel when I think about that.

I mean, for some reason I always feel hella guilty whenever I talk about my own problems, so this is really hard for me to write.

Right, so first off let's talk about my inability to talk to people. I mean, I'm really and at it. I've never really had to, in all honesty, being a single child who never really had many friends.

But it makes a lot of things harder, especially when I really need to just talk to somebody.

Like, what am I gonna do, message somebody and say "Hey, I feel so shitty that I wanna cut my arms up with a knife, talk to me to keep my mind off it", y'know?

But I've wanted to do that so often, and the fact I've managed to talk myself out of it each time is a miracle.

So in conclusion, if one day randomly message you and ask you to just talk, please do.