#insomniaticthoughts

These scars along my arm, I wish they would disappear. Yet everyone ignores them like they don’t exist anyway.

I want to be proud of myself but when I look back and see how I’ve accomplished nothing, there is nothing to be proud of.

I essentially cut off everyone who hurt me emotionally and mentally. Why does it still hurt?

I try to distract myself with music, food, family, anime, manga, books, shows, movies even porn. Why doesn’t it work?

Suicide; I’ve contemplated, tried and failed at it. The thoughts never leave and I’ve had them since I was 8.

I had so many dreams, that were destined for failure.

Since my awareness of self at the age of four, I’ve never been comfortable in my own skin.