okaystarfish

waking up kinda makes me wanna die but then again what doesn’t

The more time passes, the less I feel like living. One day, soon I think, I am going to kill myself and I’m not sure if I care enough to try and change my fate.

Why can’t you just let me die? I’ve never asked anything of you, this is the only thing I ask, please let me die. I’m not happy here

How can I solve my problems if I am the problem?

How do you explain emptiness? How do you explain the days and nights staring at your ceiling? The conversations you can’t remember because they don’t mean anything? How do you explain knowing that you’re suppose to be feeling something but cant? I feel like I am no longer apart of this world, I stare outside and I don’t see colours, I see nothing.

sorry i stopped talking to you my anxiety convinced me that you hated me

i hate that my first reaction to stress is always Time To Die™ like ok calm down edgelord