fuck you. after everything i still come to you because i have noone and you treat me like this? i was so stupid to actually think “love” exsisted. you are by far the biggest piece of shit and regret ever. i hate everything about you.

oh & if you dont like something i fucking post unfollow me.

fuck everything and everyone.

fuck life and fuck routine.

fuck not caring about anything.

fuck not being able to trust anyone.

fuck feeling like im wasting my life.

fuck being this young and already wanting to be done with life.

fuck the emptiness.

fuck not being numb enough.

fuck anger and bitterness.

fuck our song thats stuck in my head.

fuck society.

fuck feelings and nothing making sense.

fuck reasons.

fuck the anxiety and constant fear of not being enough.

but most importantly fuck you.

“Concerned” is probably the worst word to hear. I’m concerned about you. We’re concerned about you. He/she/it is concerned. No matter how it’s conjugated, it’s always just as stressful, I wish people didn’t feel the need to voice their worries about me. Is it supposed to comfort me?? Because it doesn’t. At all. It makes everything worse. I wish people could just let me be sometimes. I wish no one would give me a second thought. It’d be a whole lot fucking easier.