Ask me off anon and i’ll tell you. There are certain people I don’t want seeing it, and I’m sure you aren’t one of them :)

I think I’m going to drop this blog and make a new personal. 

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this alone. 

Things I am anxious about:

• everything.

(Source: racheljeann34, via no-more-happily-ever-afters)

(Source: wereallfuckincrazy, via jasminamelia)

Actually, no. I don’t feel sad. The way I feel is kind of indescribable with just one word. I feel like I’m standing in the middle of the road, and I can’t see in front of me because it’s covered. Though, I do see flashes of things and they aren’t flashes that I want to see. All I see are days like these where I feel alone and know that I am alone. The days where I just want some sort of physical contact from someone… anyone really. I just need a flash of something here to know that I’m not going to keep living in this haze. I need to know that I should keep walking because the ‘fog’ will fade away. 

I know this doesn’t make any sense but I just… I want to feel something other than what I’m feeling because the way I’m feeling is just so… empty, I guess. 

I just feel sad. 

i just keep crying and having anxiety attacks.

i cant do this. 

I’m pathetic. I’m fucking living because of two people over the fucking internet. One who I’m going to fucking lose my friendship with soon because he’s just like the other two people wrapped in one. I should have fucking seen this coming. Then the other one will probably hate me when we meet.

I’m fucking pathetic. These two people want me alive because they have never met me. If they met me in person, they could care less about me… just like everyone else that lives in this fucking area.

I hate myself. Everyone else hates me. 

I truly need to realize I have no reason to keep myself alive.

No

fucking

reason.