I’ve spent hours obsessing over why I’m not good enough. Hours lost, standing in front of the mirror, studying my face and wondering if it’s because I’m not pretty enough. Reading back old conversations and wondering if I’m annoying, too needy, too much. Will anyone ever stick around? I try so hard, but I’m just never worth it in the end.
broken thoughts | 2am
One of the worst feelings ever is being in your own house and feeling like you need to go home.
i’m crazy, and no one loves me.
The worst feeling is knowing that you are truly alone in this world.