I think I lost myself. I keep trying to make things better, but I don’t really know how. I feel comfortable curled up in my bed. Life feels empty sometimes. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

it hurt to say goodbye, but it hurt more to stay.

i feel insecure. i can’t accomplish my dreams when you look at me like i’m a failure. i’m dizzy in space trying to find a better you. don’t ask. i’ll be curled up in a ball crying myself to sleep like usual. i wish you would understand.