things were worse this time

I’ve tried to end my life three times. maybe fourth time. Nothing was glamorous about any of these.

I was a screwed up teenager. I never learned how to build relationships, to trust, to love, process feelings. My mom won’t let me show my emotions. Every time they see me cry or sad, they always tell me I’m fine and to stop crying.

I was bullied for the way that I looked, the size of my chest, my height, my face, and accused me of being a slut.

I thought maybe I wanted to die. everything around me was not belong to me. i knew i was meant to die. i couldn’t even figure it out how to exist

i cried every time my boyfriend left me alone. i can’t sleep till 6 am every day i don’t wanna see people.

Your boyfriend, friends and family have to clean it up the mess you make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!