Quick vent
U fucking hate social anxiety it ruins everything. Today I'm at church and had s bigass panic attack I'm trying to calm down. My aunt gave me her keys to her car but I still feel like a failure. I hate anxiety.
It’s ok. It’ll be ok. When I’m walking through the halls at school by myself I have panic attacks feeling like I look like a weirdo. Then I have to go hide in the bathroom for 10 minutes crying. You’re not a failure.
I hate myself for what I did to you. I thought I was being a good friend but I wasn't. I gave all of me every bad thing. I don't mean to make excuses but it happens. I wish we could go back to how things were but it's to late now isn't it? I miss our late night talks. The way you made me laugh I miss it. My friends tell me to let you go but I can't. I cry at night with the knife in my hand trying to hold on. Maybe you would like me to be dead. Just maybe. I know I didn't loose you but other people too but your words hurt the most. They cut deep into my heart and ripped it out and I just don't know what to do anymore. Oh God please help me. Why does it hurt I just want my best friend back.
-poems from adri
Will you still love me if you saw my scars? Would you still love me if u saw the cuts on my wrists? The red lines would you see me for who I am? Or would you leave me.
-daily poems from adri
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