The desperate desire to create vs the oh so constant sleepiness plaguing my every action

Sometimes I want to go back and hug my younger self, and then I remember I’m still her and I’m still deserving of that love

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen

ur not evil babe ur experiencing a human emotion

“you’re so polite!” thank you i have anxiety

I’m worth so much more than the ways I’ve been treated

Everytime someone says that ‘you can’t be loved unless you love yourself first’ I die a little more inside.

You haven’t lost who you are, you’re just different now. and that’s okay

Do you ever just lay in bed and realize how not okay you are

i love myself but i dont love me back