nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

I’m literally everyone’s side friend, I’m just here when no one else is.

at the end it’s just me, my bad luck and a heart that feels too much

I’m literally everyone’s side friend, I’m just here when no one else is.

Mental illness has ruined my fucking life don’t ever tell me that it’s a choice.

god, i wish i were gone already. forgotten. as if i never existed at all.

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

Feeling like you're too much is honestly one of the worst feelings to possibly exist. It just feels like you need to stop being yourself and existing all together. It's like you crawl out of your own skin and laugh in disgust at what remains, it's pathetic. And so saddening.