to those asking me to reach out or talk to someone: i have.
i’m tired of pushing people to a breaking point. i’m tired of people leaving me because i’m too much to handle.
i don’t want to do this anymore. i’ll be okay.
just think of it as me choosing to dream forever
people don’t want to help those whose mental illnesses display as destructive.
you’re hurt that i think you want me gone, but im ripping my hair out believing it. i’m not choosing to believe you hate me, but i analyze every action and come to think it against my will.












