I feel so much hatred and disgust for myself. Everything I do goes wrong. I feel so powerless.
When we have goals in mind are we meant to ride out the long tough road ahead or daydream about the destination? I feel so hopeless
My friends would think I’m weird I told them about how scared of growing up and life I am.
I wanna become a Christian but what’s the point I’m gonna burn in hell anyways? When I think of posting on social media for my friends to see I just think how selfish and egoistical I am. No one will care so why bother?
I’m sick of being skinny, I hurt myself by being skinny. But I know it’s too much to gain weight so I’ll just yell at myself again and again.
In a few decades time I’ll lose all my senses from old age and return to a sickly frail state. Why shouldn’t I end it already? I can avoid so much pain and misery both physically and mentally that way.