anxiety is so weird like why is my mental illness in my stomach

do you ever get stuck in between “it’s ok not to have everything on track i got time” and “i’ve already wasted my life at the ripe old age of 23”

Crazy how trauma makes you push people away when all you want is love.

i’m never enough

I’m sick of going to bed and knowing things won’t be better tomorrow

suicidal thoughts always come back no matter how hard i try so why am i even trying?

killing myself is not enough, I wish I never existed in the first place

Problem is, i never healed, i just tried not to think about it.

Nobody’s gonna fall in love with me or love me like I love them. I need to accept this, stop trying and save myself from further pain and heartache.

I guess I’m always going to be the second choice. Or only good enough for sex. I’ll never be more than this.