Some days I take up to 12 Oxycodone to try to numb myself from life. I am selfish. I have it all. I should love life not loathe me.
I am too afraid of Life to live it.
You thought I was kidding when I told you that you ruined my life. I WASN’T.
My life is perfect and I hate it because it is so boring but I won’t tell anyone because I don’t want to seem ungrateful.
I hate myself for not appreciating my life before I started having panic attacks. It was perfect.
The only thing that keeps me alive is the thought that, someday I might be the only thing keeping someone else alive.
i want the rules broken and i want to live for myself Fuck normality!