It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
Trusting people is becoming hard
Keeping my grades up is becoming hard
Feeling pretty is becoming hard
Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard
Doing work is becoming hard
Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard
Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it
nothing will fuck you up as much as the realization that there’s no real reason the alphabet needs to be in order
having depression is not going to make people feel bad for you
self harming is not going to make boys want to kiss your scars
mental disorders are fucking serious
not quirks for you to add to your personality description
I’m so tired of feeling this way.
I’m dead inside.