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i dont feel too well
when i think im over it, im suddenly crying at 12 am on a random saturday night
ive accepted that im an extremely flawed person, that its hard to fix those bad parts of myself. ive even come to accept that people will eventually leave me after they get tired of every mistake i keep repeating, no matter how much they believe they can handle every part of me
even if i am content with this, the isolation, the self harming, the constant misery, i am still human and i cry.
but my abysmal self-worth believe that grieving of what i lost is selfish, i cant just complain when i did this to myself
i dont know how to fix myself. i keep hoping that i will get better, that time will pass and i'll miraculously feel better. i keep hoping that something will save me, either by getting therapy or talking to god. but i dont think neither will. i keep getting my appointments postponed, or get a really shitty psychiatrist, or just not be listened to by the adults that are supposed to help me
and im a sinner to even beg for god to come and save me.
everything just keeps crumbling apart, im too weak to hold anything together. at many points i even considered killing myself. i live near the train tracks now and its just so easy to. Go. but alas, i am a coward
i dont know anymore. ive been writing this since 12 am, crying all the way through, its now 3am. what does venting my frustrations out achieve? i do not feel better, i do not feel relieved. if anything, i feel more terrible than before.
maybe i am undeserving of peace
i had a nightmare and i dont have anyone to talk to about it
goodnight, Anon
imso tired. I jusr wanna go home. Canr i sleep innmy bed? Cant i stay there? I dkrnt care how dysfunctional this family is, i judt wanna go home and finish my school year unbothered.
i opened up my drawing program bc i wanted to draw smth for oomf but then my lines were so wobbly and the buttons on my pen werent working i might actually cry if this drawing tablet breaks im going to crash out