the only thing i can be with, without hurting are stuffed animals, and even then i cant help myself

i cant make anyone happy :(

im like if a manic pixie dream girl was a boy and a nightmare and regularly relapsed into suicidal ideation

im smarter than this. im going to do my work now and im going to do it efficiently and quickly

5

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

6pm and ive got nothing done. what a piece of trash

my life is literally great idk whyu im complaining

google how to tell my mom im depressed and suicidal and i want actual real mental help not fucking sports or praying really hard

how do i explain to my mother that if even one thing goes wrong my day is ruined without sounding whiny

sorry

every time That Thought comes back my eyes start welling with tears. i cant do it but it'd be better for them

JUST DO YOUR HOMEWORK

i should be permitted to handle sharp objects alone

i should get worse

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

im just dragging them all down with me

what i could be yelled at rn since i deserve it

stoppppppp having guilt spirals oh my god just do your goddamn homework

i dont deserve to be with people if all i can do is hurt them