I’m terrified.
Life gets too be too much every day, and I don’t know how much longer I can pretend. I pretend im okay all the time. I put up this façade in the hopes that maybe someone will see past it, but no one ever does.
My father died when I was eight, I cut myself, I’m anorexic and a lesbian. Basically, I’m a waste of space.
Im just done with life, but I’m terrified of dying.