I Can’t Wait To Sleep 6 Feet Under, That Will Be Peaceful

I have to keep pretending. Just keep pretending. Just pretend everything is fine.

I just want to let it all out.

begging god to tell me why he made me this way

- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

I’ll always be the ugly friend, the friend that nobody ever finds attractive, the insecure friend, the depressed friend, the friend with social anxiety, the dumb friend, the always left out friend, the useless friend.

Hating yourself is so draining.

unfortunately, I'm very much still alive and kicking.

I really want to end it all right now, its so damn tiring. What's the point in living anyways? I can't even bring myself to seek help anymore, why bother asking for help? I should just end it all, why i am hesitating? I am already tired, i don't see myself getting better either.

anxiety has taken away all my happiness.

My brain is so fucking loud.

I need it all to stop.

Everything.

I can't keep living this life anymore.