I think that no matter what, I will be miserable and depressed like I’ve always been. Nothing will change that.
I have no family, no friends I can count on, nothing stable, nothing set in stone…
My family doesn’t want me here. I’m told this at least once a week. I am questioning my relationship. I have no one. I’m tired of feeling alone in everything. I’m tired of being blamed for everything. I’m sick of this shit. I am always alone. Always. Always. I have all these friends that don’t even matter and I don’t even matter to them. I’m tired of being a giant inconvenience to everyone. I’m tired of it.
I have no one.
Just when I’m having a bad day, it would be nice if you put in a little effort to cheer me up or make me feel better. Just say something nice. Or tell me a joke. Don’t just avoid me because it’s easier for you.
I will never be as pretty as she is.
I’m so sick of feeling like I’m not good enough.
I feel like he’s flirting with every girl there and I’m sitting at home hoping he makes it home okay. I’m so tired. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open and I won’t sleep until I know he’s home and safe.
I’m freaking out. He gets flirty when he drinks. I feel like shit. Also, he’s not texting me. My fucking life.
I don’t think anyone can love me.