If I spend too much time alone with myself without distractions, I start overthinking and get suicidal

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If I spend too much time alone with myself without distractions, I start overthinking and get suicidal
Too used to being treated like shit that kindness makes me uncomfortable.
People think I overreact, but they don’t understand that even silence feels like abandonment when you’ve been left too many times.
Sometimes I don't even want to be comforted. I just want someone to see that I'm breaking and not look away.
i miss being younger and just being able to rot in my depression
now i have responsibilities and a job
i fear relationships and yet i want to be loved.
Hating myself is really easy so I won’t blame you for hating me too
bro why the fuck am i so fucking anxious all the time
"What's wrong?" Everything. Everything is wrong.
and suddenly, again, I feel really tired, as if the world is draining me of everything i ever had
There are so many better options than me
I hate myself.
I hate my face.
I hate my eyes.
I hate my ears.
I hate my nose.
I hate my mouth.
I hate my lips.
I hate my hair.
I hate my neck.
I hate my shoulders.
I hate my chest.
I hate my back.
I hate my belly.
I hate my hips.
I hate my arms.
I hate my hands.
I hate my fingers.
I hate my skin.
I hate my crotch.
I hate my thighs.
I hate my knees.
I hate my legs.
I hate my feet.
I hate my ankles.
I hate my toes.
I hate my smile.
I hate my laugh.
I hate my scars.
I hate my stretch marks.
I hate my bones.
I hate my body hair.
I hate my voice.
I hate my mind.
I hate my thoughts.
I hate my dysphoria.
I hate my depression.
I hate my anxiety.
I hate my eating disorders.
I hate my trauma.
I hate my nightmares.
I hate my past.
I hate my memories.
I hate my childhood.
I hate my adolescence.
I hate my adulthood.
I hate my existence.
I hate my life.
I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...
I’m so freaking toxic I should've been born with content warnings stamped onto my forehead.
I'm ruining everything bit by bit and I don't even realise it.
I won't, until it's all gone.
*screaming crying almost having a panic attack* i think im over reacting
i think i was destined to be ruined. i think i’ll always be fucked up.
i knew one day you’d get tired of me and all my shitty feelings.