My eyes hurt because I can’t sleep but I can’t sleep because my head hurts from serious anxiety.
I’m a poet who can’t write, an intellect who can’t excel academically, i’m drowning in my own failures and I’ve never been good at asking for help.
I feel mentally claustrophobic and I don’t know how, but right now I’d just like to relax.
you want me to be aggressive? the only aggressiveness you’ll get is be being a bitch to you.
my problem is that i care about other people to the point where my happiness becomes a problem. i’m finished being like that, bc starting now idc about yours at all. i don’t know who you think i am, but clearly you have the wrong interpretation of me.
you can go fuck yourself.