tania

“Sometimes it feels better not to talk. At all. About anything. To anyone.”

“Why do my thoughts consume me? Shouldn’t thinking be a productive process, not destructive?”

My thoughts are haunting me, and I can’t escape.

I am worthless. I am alone . I am tired. I am not enough. Some days I just want to wake up and smile for no god damn reason. Some days I feel so useless and insignificant. Some days I fold myself up like origami until I’m so small. Some days I feel like a waste of space. One day I want to stop caring, One day I want to tell the world how I’ve been feeling, One day I want to scream so loud that no one can ignore me anymore, but today, I cry. Today, I am alone. Today, I am the wallflower. Today, I am the plain girl. Today. I am invisible.