Everyone gets tired of me at some point.
Then eventually they’ll leave.
They all do.

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Everyone gets tired of me at some point.
Then eventually they’ll leave.
They all do.
i wish i had a soundproof room that i could just scream in for hours
Do you like enemies to lovers because it's hot or do you like enemies to lovers because you think of yourself as unlovable & unworthy of love and therefore like the idea of someone seeing all the worst in you right away and still falling in love with you anyways
“Deep down I feel I can never be myself, nor do I truly know who that self is, only that I believe she is inherently unloveable.”
— September 5, 2022
Sometimes i feel my chest hurting cause of these feelings stacked inside but then I remember I only get more hurt when I talk about them.
Fox D.
i be in my own head fighting for my life
it’s unfair how i have the responsibility to heal myself when i didn’t cause my wound in the first place
sorry babe, i can’t have sex right now, im posting about how much i want to kill myself online .
“that’s ok i understand!!!!” but it actually made me sick to my stomach
“do you want to talk about it?”
no, i want to kill myself because of it.
i will forever be the hurting child, the angry teenager and the lonely adult.
“don’t let it bother u” baby i’m gonna be bothered by this for the next 10 years
Thanks for hanging out with me! Was I cool? did you like me? What do you think of me in detail? Do you hate me?
there’s just this overwhelming empty feeling in me that never goes away. when the room goes quiet or when im alone I feel like I go to a different place and I feel stuck in my mind. I don’t live in the world, I live in my head. all I see is the world through my mind and it’s like having whiplash and tunnel vision all at once. my hands don’t feel human, my face doesn’t look human, my body doesn’t look human. every day is just a constant spiral into my own demise.
Necesito un abrazo.