“I’m going to leave you for someone fit,blonde and skinny” it’s running around my head faster and faster it’s all I can. I’m aware I don’t look like that, I know the way I look is wrong I don’t like myself at all. You know it hurts to look at my reflection so why make it more painful

I’m so tired of feeling insecure and anxious about the person that’s meant to love me

I’m in love omg this is real

fuck this I’m hurting

that’s all for tonight, gonna have a phat cry

I give people my power too easily

somehow it’s easier to breathe when people are mad at me

I’m a massive fuck up

Loneliness to me is not having anyone to call on the walk home. I have plenty of people to call, nobody seems to be picking up.

Can’t decide if it’s love or the fear of being alone that’s keeping me here