people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.
There’s never a day where I don’t ask myself if I could’ve done something different,
If I could just be different.
Everything has finally started to feel okay. By okay, I mean I believe everything is getting better. I’m getting back on track.
I’m still filled with anxiety & insecurity. Purely by my existence, wondering if that’s a problem for some people. Especially those who I considered friends or even was on speaking terms with. There’s not much I can do about that. I can’t ask since I don’t get a response. So I carry on.
“what was the most pain you have ever felt”
healing from someone, i once thought i would heal with
secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon:
“My biggest trouble is that people look at me and think that no serious trouble has ever troubled my little head. They seldom realize the chaos that seethes behind my exterior.”
- Sylvia Plath
I wish I mattered enough to someone. Anyone. I don’t have the energy to push through anymore.
