:):

all I wanted was to be with you or be in your Arms and just feel safe, alive, loved and understood.

I'd finally walked away from my own pessimism, and the moment I did, life stuck a knife in my back. It's easy during those moments to throw in the towel. To shrug off humanity. To tell yourself that you tried to be happy and look what happened: more pain. Worse pain. Betrayed by the world. You realize then that anger is safer than kindness, that isolation is safer than community. You shut everything out. Everyone. But some days, no matter what you do, the pain gets so bad you'd bury yourself alive just to make it stop.

thinking about all the disrespect I allowed simply because I had no one and wanted friends.

growing up lonely gave me brain damage.

I’m so tired.

realizing you aren’t anybody’s favorite person, you’re just kinda there and then you get the sudden urge to distance yourself from everyone and chill alone.

nobody cares about your mental health until it turns into anger then everyone sees you as the bad person.

am I the problem?

Einer Person die einen glauben lässt, wichtig zu sein, nur weil sie sich entscheidet einen anzusehen.