my life is a constant cycle of waiting until the weekend and then not doing anything when it comes
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
I’ve always wanted to wake up one day to something that made me feel so good about myself, that made me feel like I’m not classified under everyone else. I just feel unattractive in certain ways that are not healthy, wishing I could see myself outside of my own body. Is that weird to say?