I Hate Myself So Fucking Much.

Forgive yourself for catching feelings for the wrong person. Forgive yourself for chasing people who did nothing but make you feel like you weren’t enough, people who hurt you over and over till you accepted it as a way of your life. Don’t beat yourself up for wanting to love or be loved. There are worse things in life to be harsh on yourself about. Loving someone isn’t one of them.

Things I wish someone had told me.

“Everyday, suicide moves higher on my list of ways to solve all of my problems”

-Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud

“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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i am not enough and it’s eating me alive

I begged him to stay. Lost all my dignity in the process. And it still wasn’t enough.

People think that suicide is a choice and yes it is but right now it feels like the only fucking answer.

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.

If they act like they can live without you, let them