sometimes i am suddenly reminded that childhood abuse is not a universal experience and that some people have loving and supportive parents who have never traumatized them and im just like ????

my favorite hobby is pretending i don’t need anyone then crying myself to sleep cause i’m all alone

i cant find anything in my life worth living for any more, and that is terrifying the shit out of me. I've never fully with all of my being wanted to die, even the little voice in my head that wanted to hang on is gone now.

How are people like…not always on the edge of a breakdown??????

Growing up neglected can mean you don’t feel like you get to be picky about who gives you attention or what kind of attention you even get, you cling onto anyone who acknowledges your existence and it can end up so painful

*expresses a reason i’m upset* oh god im being manipulative aren’t I