am i too much or not enough? because i feel like i only ever seem to be one of the two.
i feel like i’m subpar in everything in every way; and i know that almost every person on this damned earth feels the same,
but i can’t seem to shake the feeling—or belief rather—that at the end of everything there’s nothing.
at the end of everything all i have is me. and i guess that’s a reality i have to accept. it is true for everyone that we only have ourselves at the end of the day, but i’m so scared that no matter what i'll always end up alone
I really need a fucking break, or a gun
i can't fall asleep, but i can't stay awake and my body is so uncomfortable to be in
on friends and soulmates and that type of love that feels like it's going to burst right out of your heart
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Everyone is rightfully tired of my shit I wish I could curl up into a little ball and shrink until I disappear
Everyday is a loop I’m tweaking
And I’m too stagnant to do anything about it
Whatever we ball
I make myself fucking sick dude
I hate being in this body
i have this terrible thing inside of me that is lodged in the back of my throat. it tears at me, constricts my breathing. i don't think it will ever go away. i am so tired. tired of being angry, tired of trying to be strong when i'm not, tired of being scared. i'm not living, i'm not here. i can't keep it together, i've been falling apart, when i was never even put together in the first place. will i be okay? will i stop crying in public? will this emptiness cease? i can't do this anymore, i can't live like this