Have you ever been driving and fantasized wrecking your car into a passing pole/tree/ditch because you know there’s a possibility it would look like an accident (like you lost control of the car or tried to avoid something in the road,) and maybe it’d save your family the pain of knowing you did it on purpose if you died some other way? Oh, no? Me neither.. I was just wondering………..
anxiety attacks make me sad because my mental state becomes so weak and i sound like I’m dying and I can’t see straight and I have to clinch my fists and my teeth to keep from bruising myself and that causes me to shake and I just look like a mess and I’m trying so hard to not be a mess anymore
how do I tell my teachers that I can’t do my homework because I find it absolutely pointless compared to the other things I have to worry about like not going insane
not being able to stop crying and not being able to construct the proper sentences to explain why you can’t stop crying is so so so frustrating
I need the eloquence to write what I’m feeling.
I don’t know how else to let all of this out.
When I’m with you, I feel like I’m home.
Sometimes it hits me all over again, and it hurts almost as bad as the first time.
Sometimes I still need you.
so sick of seeing such beautiful girls then looking in the mirror and being repulsed by what I see
I’m sorry we don’t get along.
I’m sorry I’m always sorry.
I’m sorry things didn’t, don’t, and won’t work out in our favor.
I’m sorry I even have to apologize in the first place.
I’m sorry that all the sorrys in the world couldn’t make up for what I’ve done.