Why Wasn’t I Enough?

It’s always the people you would never want to hurt and care about so much that do the most fucked up shit to you.

me: *exists* me: this is too much

“Not everyone who comes into our life is meant to stay. So stop holding onto people who clearly don’t want to be with you.”

— Unknown

I don’t know what to do anymore. I guess I’ll cry till I have no tears left. I’ll hurt till I get used to the pain. And then someday, hopefully the pain will numb and I’ll be able to breathe without my chest hurting.

“We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.”

— Eleanor Roosevelt

“Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it’s the loudest voice in the room. The only one you can hear.”

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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.

I don’t want to do anything anymore, I don’t want to be anything anymore

I was just a corpse you saw fit to drag around.