I keep saying that it’ll get better but now i’m not sure that it’ll get better.

Just want someone to tell that i make a different in their lives and i’m not a burden.

My sensitivity keeps hurting me.

Sleeping gets me through my days.

I can’t stay around when i feel like you don’t want me to.

Crying alone as always.

“People leave you out in the cold and get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.”

My temper is quite out of my control.

I can’t wake up from all the scary dream i have.

It wouldn’t hurt you to try and trust me cause deep down you know that i wouldn’t hurt you.

I want to rest.

I like writing things for you in my notes knowing that i won’t send them unless i dyed.

how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me, I did it myself.

When you’re surrounded by people and no one cares how’ve you been.

I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.

I do that a lot😂