Sometimes I just feel like sleeping and never waking up, even though I have so much to live for. Every night I find myself doing the same routine, listing every single horrible thing that makes up who I am. I’ve been doing it so long that those lies have become truth to me. That I’m hated, hideous, basically every insult you could ever think of and ten more. I hate living like this, living in a ocean of self-loathing and anxiety. I just want it to end.
i dont understand how people can just get tattoos without even giving it a second thought i cant even find the commitment to stick a sticker somewhere