Gedankenexplosionen

I don’t know what’s going on.  I don’t know if I want to stay alive.  I’m not sure I got reasons to stay alive for.  I’m not sure I got reasons to die for.  All I know is that I’m feeling so helpless and fucking empty. 

“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.

Me: *Catches myself being judgmental* Me to Me: I did not raise u this way

I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.

im so scared the rest of my life is gonna feel like this

I get jealous really easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody likes everybody more than they like me and I really really don’t blame them.