I don't know why I'm expected to be a normal, functioning person when everyone around me tried their hardest to stop me from being one.
“absence makes the heart grow fonder”
absence makes me want to kms
normalize having favorites. in fact, normalize me being your favorite. normalize loving me more than you’ve ever loved anyone else. please please please please please please
horribly nasty thoughts. (cuddling, and holding hands, and giggling, and tracing your face gently with my fingers, and you running yours through my hair, and wrapping my arms around your waist, and getting lost in your eyes and-)
How was your day?
I’m sorry I’m not good enough
I’m sorry I’m a failure
I’m sorry I will never be anyone
I’m sorry I’m not worth it
I wish I was never born
No one is more disappointed in me than I am.