Does life get better honestly?

Vent!
I feel so lost, honestly. It's lke trying to describe this endless sadness and frustration when you can't even find the words. And here I am, feeling down every day,just needing someone to listen or talk about it with-like a true friend who gets it-but I don't have those knds of friends right now. Sometimes it feels so lonely. I really do care for my stuffed animals though-it's not like they're some weird thing, okay? They're actually comforting. But yeah, I wish I had real friends too, you know? People to talk to without hearing my own voice back. It just seems impossible to get better sometimes, but then what's the point if it never changes for me? All I want is a break from feeling this way, some peace in my head and heart. Jsut wanting to be okay feels like an unreachable dream. And yeah, I end up craving sleep because of all this weight on me. I'ts crazy how much just existing feels hard sometimes. But part of me can't leave behind the comfort my stuff animals give me. Is there any hope for getting better? Like seriously, is it possible or am I stuck here forever?