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maybe im not good enough.

maybe im one of those people who is meant to be alone, forever.

its just, ive been alone for so long

maybe thats all im meant to be.

man

my.

fuckin. heart.

is.

so.

heavy.

today.

I wish people talked to me the same way I talk to them.

I wish people made passionate responses to my vents like I do for them.

I wish I could read and feel the same amount of support, dedication, and reflexion to people's responses, as I do for them.

I wish I could meet someone who can fully understand me, who can fully cares about me and my emotions, who can tell me the words I always wanted to hear.

But that f*cking person is myself.

Sometimes I even cry when I write responses for other people's vent. Sometimes I even had panic attacks, freaking mental breakdowns and more. I truly feel and understand what they said. That's why I "always say the things you wanted to hear". But nobody's ever doing that for me.

I could literally talking about the most vile things and people will be like "aww man" or "://" or "that sucks".

I know some of y'all truly don't know what to say. And that's okay.

But when I talk about about parental abuse, kil*ing myself, being sequestered at my house and all and your response is "good luck"... You're not. Fucking. HELPING.

And then you're wondering why I didn't talk for 3 days.

I know y'all aren't supposed to be my therapist. But you're supposed to be there for me. To give me love and support.

And I clearly don't feel this while reading your f*cking messages.

I hope my absence brings you the peace that my love couldn’t

What’s the point of living if I’ll never be loved?

i can’t do it anymore. i just want to give up on everything. i have nothing left to give.

the loneliness is literally eating me alive

I think it’s really unfair that I (a person who needs to feel loved all the time) am so incredibly hard to love.

Sometimes killing myself doesn't feel like enough. Sometimes I think I need to be erased from history

Sometimes I don't know why I say anything at all

When you can't afford to eat LMFAO

Has anyone else been extremely exhausted lately????

I don't wanna feel anything ever again. I just wanna lie in the moss and the mud and rot.

I'm lost, I'm sad, I'm angry, I'm mad, I'm tired.

love when my bpd makes me feel the deepest and worst pains i've ever felt in my entire life because i got a little sad

no matter how many times you hurt me, ill always forgive you until nothing remains of me

i never felt loved by my family which is why i always searched for it in the worst places because when you’re about to die of thirst, even a drop of poison tastes like heaven.

I'm not gonna be fixed, I'm not gonna be saved. I am like this forever. I am a broken mirror

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This feeling of nothingness is gnawing at my bones again.

need attention 24/7 bc otherwise i just feel empty

Tumblr is such a wonderful zone. I can talk about the most intrusive thoughts, while nobody even cares. They simply reblog it and silently relate to it. Ily fellow sufferer.

i don’t fucking know how to communicate that i’m feeling neglected and unloved and like i’m the second favorite. like how do you say that without wanting to fucking die.

I am nobody's priority

I am replaceable

I am the last choice when nobody else gives them the time of the day

I am a rag doll that everyone plays with and immediately gets tossed around

I am never good enough for anyone

I am an empty void that gets filled until someone better comes along

I am an addon

I am forgettable

I am just a placeholder and that's how it always is going to be