Who cares?

the feminine urge to isolate myself from the world and cry until i throw up

idk how much longer i can force myself to stay alive

I feel sick. Sick of myself, my life and my feelings.

Imagine someone wanting you as much as you want them.

I want someone to notice, but on the other hand, i don’t.

Pain changes people. It makes them trust less. Overthink more, and shut people out.

bro, i can't afford another heart break.

My toxic trait is I overthink and break my own heart.

there’s so much loneliness and anger that’s built up inside me i don’t know what to do anymore

I only ever want the simple and small things. A bowl of fruit. To exist comfortably. To be accepted. To be loved. To eat nice food. To laugh as much as I can.

i can't tell where my disorders begin and i end

Pretending to be okay while suffering in silence isn't easy at all.