Welcome to my pity party.
If you think I'm sad and pessimistic, that's fine. But let me have my pity party in peace.
Everything I touch breaks.
Everything I love leaves. I don't want to get attached anymore, it's not worth the risk. I'm tired of it all. I pretend that I'm okay and most people believe it. Or maybe they just don't notice when I'm not. But that's okay.
Don't come near me, I'm unlovable. Please don't get my hopes up.
I hate talking about my problems. I have just been to the doctors to explain that when i wake up my first thought is “whats the point?”. How I can’t sleep at night because it feels like i’m drowning. How my hair is falling out due to stress and how I have no figernails nearly as I bite my nails because of my anxiety. What does he do? Says I need to exercise more. Fucking great.