All I can think about is how stop these thoughts and feelings. It’s affecting everything so much, I can’t really take it anymore. I don’t know how many times I have to say that I can’t take it until I can’t really take it and do something about it. Everyday is like I’m about to commit suicide or get really close to this. I’m my worst enemy. I hate myself in so many extreme levels.
I don’t know why we all hang on to something we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we really don’t even have. Some of us say we’d rather have something than nothing at all, but the truth is… to have something half way is harder than not having it at all.
im a gif and youre just a jpeg
mom you don’t understand cause you are not a 90s kid
i’m so over today. i’ve cried myself dry, and now i can’t fucking fall asleep.