I’m Nothing. I’m Nothing But A Waste Of Space. A Annoyance. A Burden. A Failure. A Disability. A

I needed a hug. I needed to cry on someone else’s lap. I needed someone to shrug off all this hate and pain consuming me. But I only had myself. And I was never enough.

I shouldn’t have been born

#sad #alone #broken #suicide #crying #cry #igiveup #killme #die

It would be so much better if I wouldn‘t be here. I‘m a burden, a problem no one fucking needs me. I‘m weak and fail at everything. I don‘t know where the point is. I can‘t to this anymore. It‘s all too much. I hate myself for everything. I wish I was never born. It hurts so to write this but I have never been so low in my life.

“Have you ever had to get through a day, smiling at people, talking, as if everything were normal and okay, while all the the time you felt like you were carrying a leaden weight of unhappiness inside you?”

— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via books-n-quotes)

“And on some days, I wake up with this heaviness in my chest. It suffocates me. The anxiety. It is debilitating today.”

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It’s never too late.

Growing up neglected can mean you don’t feel like you get to be picky about who gives you attention or what kind of attention you even get, you cling onto anyone who acknowledges your existence and it can end up so painful

“You suffer because you got too attached. How could I be so dumb. It’s my fault for making my happiness dependent on someone elses attention”

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