Some realizations I had in the last few days
— I’m never going to be good enough to make anyone stay
— I’m needy and pathetic, clingy and annoying. No one wants that
— I’m so inconsequential that I’m not even worth being told by people that they don’t want to talk to me
— there’s something terribly repulsive and unlovable about me
— my sadness will be the only thing that will be there for me so I need to hold on to it
— happiness isn’t for me
— I need to stop trying and accept my fate of dying alone. Let’s face it, why would anyone want me
i dont have the strength to recover. im going through the motions at this point. i gave up long ago, now i breathe because i dont know what else to do.
I feel like I am not enough and too much at the same time
ches
I’m sorry you’ve been made to believe that the whole of Africa is poor, I really am..
No amount of talking about it is going to make you love me. None of it will make you reply to me. No matter what I do to distract myself, it will not make a difference because you’re all I can think about all the damn time, each second of everyday.
I only want you, but you don’t want me.
“Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.”
— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us
I still love you. After everything I still love you. I wish this was not true.
the worst thing about being mentally ill is like.. nothing is wrong.. my life is pretty okay right now.. everything is fine. and yet.. theres this sinking feeling in my stomach and i cant stop thinking about dying