I want to curl myself into the closet and lay there until the sun comes out. But I don’t know when the suns coming out. It’s been raining for weeks.
I’m tired of living. I’m tired of me. I’m tired of being. No one understands how exhausting it is to fight with your brain 24/7 that you deserve to live. That you’re worthy of love and acceptance. That you matter. It’s hard to believe that when your mind is reminding you that you’re worthless and will never amount to anything. They scream it so loud they make your ears bleed.
It’s a horrible nightmare to live. To breathe in this constant pain is nauseating. I could puke my brains out all over the floor and still be told to kill my self.
When does it end? Asking for a friend.