My problem is I’m not unique enough.

I’m not smart enough.

I’m not pretty enough.

I’m not inquisitive enough.

I’m not motivated enough.

I’m not thin enough.

I’m not strong enough.

I’m not delicate enough.

I’m not happy enough.

My problem is I’m not…them enough.

You surround yourself with people who make you forget. Who make you feel numb. That can’t be a good thing can it? Because when you’re alone, in the dark of your room, all you do is think about the feelings you tried to forget. But feelings, especially when you want them to go away, never truly go away. 

I hate people who are happy because I am not happy myself

Be Yourself. Don’t be afraid. You’re going to be okay. Don’t give up. It’s okay. You can let it all out. Somebody loves you. You’re not a loser. Do the best you can and if you can’t then just breathe. Breathe because things are going to be okay. Just take a few deep breaths.

I’m so antisocial I’m not even going to attend my own funeral

I wonder when it’s okay to stop trying. I wonder if a person can be fixed. I wonder if humans are scary. I wonder why they’re scary. I wonder if there’s a god. I wonder if there’s a hell. I wonder if I’m going to be okay. I wonder that a lot. But most of all I wonder if it’s okay to stop trying now.

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I am fascinated by the human condition but I am also equally horrified and terrified.