
I think this world would be better without me in it
i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person
“Cause you never think the last time’s going to be the last time - you think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.”— Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy.
It doesn’t matter! (it actually matters a lot and I’m about to rip all my hair out because of it)
I have no idea what I’ve done wrong to end up here… But there’s certainly something VERY wrong.
And I’m lonely all over again, just like that.
Sometimes you just gotta accept your fate. Accept you were never meant for certain things. I take the loss. Give up on the happy little moments I always THOUGHT I could have. They’re not for someone like me. Never were, never will be.
Once a bullied kid, ALWAYS a bullied kid. It doesn’t matter how close you got to your bullies.
I miss so many people who used to make me feel loved. I miss so many things that have left this world for no return. Their death broke me.
But me… Why the eff am I even here? No one would benefit of my staying. People will cry the weirdness of death, but they won’t cry for me. Not for who I am. Not for what I bring them. I add nothing to anyone’s life. Ever. It’s painful everytime I’m reminded of it… But it’s always been the truth.
I gotta stop lying to myself.
I could die tonight. And the world will keep on turning. Just the same. Just as beautiful, and just as dirty.
There’s no real reason to endure this level of pain. I just lie to myself because I’m too weak to face my truths. I’m worth nothing. To any of them.
I am so tired and burnt out, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore
*going through a really hard time* i will survive this but not unaltered
another night with no kisses or hugs. sigh
For once i want to be a person that isn’t so easily replaced. I wanna be someone’s favorite person, someone’s priority like they’re my priority. I wanna be the person that someone is scared of losing..
song by Adrienne Rich
“Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.”— Perspectives, Nikita Gill
Everytime I try to believe in myself, I’m brutally reminded that I’m worth nothing