I worry that my issues arent nearly as important as everyone else’s and that i’m just being selfish

I’m worried I’ll be like this forever

I’m worried I’ll never figure out what’s going on in my head

i miss my therapist and i am no longer able to see her as i have aged out. i have so much building up and i just need to talk to someone that won’t judge and will offer me support and help but i cant afford to get a therapist

I’m scared to lose everybody I care about simply because they find out I’m gay. I have one adult I confide in and I can’t help but wonder if she’s the only person I’ll always have

I am worried, if I stop talking they will forget about me, and abandon me. So I talk and talk, despite how annoying I get, and how mad everyone gets. Because if I stop, I worry I’ll fade to nothing.

I’m afraid that I’ll be left behind and that I’ll never not feel empty

i’m worried that my friends don’t care about me

I don’t got friends no more I got fakes, guess I’m riding solo till the end

That the people I care most about don’t care about me at all.

I don’t want to get a job this summer I wanna take the summer off and explore a bit and find out more about myself but parents

I worry that I will live my life alone, no boyfriend, nobody to love.

I’m afraid that I’ll never be good enough. I’m such a failure that I can’t even kill myself properly, I’ve tried overdosing every day this past week.

Today is coming out day. So hello guys, I’m asexual and genderqueer. 🙂

I worry that I could have a eating disorder but I don’t think its that bad because there are days when i eat nothing, or I eat supper and barf it all and then there are days when I cannot stop eating. I don’t want to tell anyone because of the fear they will laugh because I am no where near thin enough to have an eating disorder…

I’m scared things are never going to get better

I’m not ready to move out on my own yet

I feel like no one will ever love me

I feel like I’m going insane. I beat myself up like everyday I don’t even feel guilty, I like it. I deserve it. Also I feel no matter what I do to myself I’m never going to get the help I need and death is my only option.

I now this probably sounds crazy but I get bullied because I’m to thin… I can’t stand my body eny more.