Oh my god fuck you. No really. What the fuck. I’m so angry. Unreasonably angry as it’s really not any of my business, but so angry.
And you, what the fuck is your deal?
I don’t think things can ever be the same ever again.
I can’t let myself care too much because you could be gone so easily.
I’m broken, I don’t know how to fix it.
I can’t I really really can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry but it makes me want to not feel anymore
I don’t care how annoyed you are at your girlfriend, you’ve been being a fucking asshole lately so fuck off
I’m stupidly jealous of these people in your life right now.
I feel really dumb because of it.
Being your crutch is breaking me.
this is honestly one of the most beautiful and true to life poems I have ever read. Thank you.
(Source: tellthemtorememberhope, via anxietysurvivor)
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Why should I sacrifice my health for someone else’s benefit? My body has suffered enough because my mind demanded to be accepted. I should’ve stuck with being a loner, at least I was healthier. — Diary of an Anxious Ridden Boy (via kingksc)