More and more lately I’ve been feeling really worthless, like seriously questioning my existence and wondering why I even exist.

No matter how much I busy my ass at work I never make enough and I can’t even do something as simple as going to school and getting decent grades. And it makes me feel worse to know there are people out there that can do school and work and so much more and I can barely drag myself out of bed to perform those two simple tasks. My body is tired, my mind is tired and doesn’t work like it used to anymore.

I feel worthless and alone and angry and no matter how much I tell myself to snap out of it or push myself to do better it always fails. Because I’m a failure and I can’t do anything right.

And I’m afraid to ask my family for help because they’ll get angry and ask how did this happen and I won’t be able to tell them because I don’t understand it myself. And I keep looking for a way out, but each decision I make seems to make everything worse.

I just don’t know what to do anymore…

Welp I think I finally killed my laptop D:

time-to-be-natural:

I just want to know how many of us there are!

Seriously guy all I wanted was a burger

I don’t want you asking me what I just bought

I don’t need you to question whether or not I actually play video games

I don’t appreciate you holding my food from me, forcing me to have to come and talk to you

And I really don’t like the fact that you didn’t even have the decency to look me in the face during the entire time I had to interact with you

bad-dominicana:

How many times have I been followed by a car on a lonely street? Dear fucking god, my knees shake thinking about it.
Ive had variations of just one guy at the wheel, dude and a friend, a car full of men in a spacious van, a car w pimp lookin man and woman tryina lure me in,

it makes me thank everything im still alive every time, coz I dont know wtf youre capable of, and ive already been assaulted more than once,

Like, I have nightmares about it, meanwhile you think its cute.

This got me thinking about my job and how I sometimes have to take a different route home every morning because some dudes think its cute to wait for me to leave and follow me out the parking lot. Some days I’m so scared that I have to ask my boyfriend to follow me just in case.

alicetheowl:

You are not alone.

rufflebutts:

shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway

:)

this one’s for you