Sometimes I think too much. My thoughts won't leave me alone.
"Am I a good friend?"
"Am I useful?"
"Am I beautiful?"
"do people care about me?"
or sometimes, it's not questions.
"I'm useless"
"I'm ugly"
"I don't deserve anyone"
"I'm a bad friend"
"I deserve to die"
Most of the time it leads to me hurting myself. The worst thing is when people ask you: "why are you doing this to yourself?" but I don't dare tell them, because I'm afraid of what they will think of me. They will find it stupid and pathetic.
If I'm writing this today, it's because this is what's happening to me right now. December 21 at 11:43 p.m. I want to cut myself so badly but I hold myself back, because I made a promise to someone and I failed to keep the previous one, and I'm sorry. I regret lying to them so much, I felt like I was betraying them. So I plan to keep this one.
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ПоэзияI'm going to talk about myself in this story. About my thoughts, problems, feelings, etc. (I didn't know what to put as a cover so I put this photo that I found on Pinterest lol)
