broken

I identify as family disappointment.

A part of me still wishes this were all just a dream, and that one day I'd wake up and be okay for the first time in forever.

I’m not healing, I’m just getting better at pretending it doesn’t hurt.

It's like living a life where I know 100% I'm gonna kill myself soon

2019 will always be 1 year ago

i want to be someone good so bad. but i’m not. i’m angry and violent. bad bad dog.

They say it gets better, but I have been hearing this since I was 12.

You ever feel grief for the person you could’ve been if none of this ever happened to you?

unfortunately i’m going insane again.

I hate being alive I hate this I don't understand what I did wrong

anyone else feeling constant dread at the thought of tomorrow or is it just me