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Manchmal sind Aufstehen und Atmen schon das Stärkste, was du an einem Tag schaffen kannst.

why is so hard for people to understand that i didn’t choose to be this way, i obviously realise that my life is miserable, that i’m a loser and that i look fat and ugly, i’m not happy with it but i failed so many times trying to change my life that my mind has given up.

I feel uncomfortable in my own skin

forgive me if i dont talk much at times, its loud enough in my head

where's my oscar for acting like everything is fine?

felt ok but then remembered

social anxiety so bad i wonder if i’m welcome at places i was invited to.

im tired of being my own enemy

that empty feeling when i go home and realize there's no one waiting to hear about my day, no one asking how i've been, what happened throughout my day or how tired i am.