note #2
Sometimes I take these stupid drops that are supposed to help me sleep.
They don’t really work.
This week I’ve managed to sleep more or less 10 hours. Napping, barely keeping my eyes closed at night.
I think. I think way too much for someone my age. I have too much on my mind.
Failure is written all over my skin. Carved out in those scars that you can’t see because I was too damn good at taking care of them.
I wish I had those non-life-changing drops back when I was 16.. they would have helped me believe I was okay.
Now I know I’m not okay, I don’t even try to hide it anymore.
What’s the fucking point, you know? I clearly am sad more than the average person, I am not okay with myself in any way and I cannot love anyone.
I can’t.
How do you do that? How do you love when you know damn well that people are gonna shatter your heart and stomp over your feeling like you’re nothing? Like you never really mattered?
Because I never really mattered.
Always had a shadow over my head..
Whether it was my brothers of my father, showing off that they were better than me..
You know, it’s not THAT DIFFICULT to be better than me. I’m not special.
I wish I was.
Maybe I would be loved.
Maybe I would not have depression.
Maybe I would be pretty is someone’s eyes.
Maybe I would not still be a virgin.
Maybe I would have had my first kiss.
Maybe I could actually live...













