You Wanted To Help Me But You Only Made It Worse To Be Honest

you wanted to help me but you only made it worse to be honest

Something about being at the absolute bottom feels like home

Theres always such a series of events going wrong one after the other to cause a problem happening to me but it’s always like just entirely on me like it’s a me issue

nwm i think it's all good i was just over-dramatic.

i fucked up again damn it.

sometimes i wonder if other people too don't like to talk about the 'good things' they did cause they feel like they are tricking people into thinking they are a good person and manipulating them into liking them

i fucked up again damn it.