@user0829012882: #xyzbca #fyp #depression #MentalHealth #relatable

💙💛 :

When i was in third grade i already felt so alone even if i had my bestfriends with me. It got worse when i was in fourth grade they ignored me and avoided me because i stood up for who was right, I cried every night thinking im the one who was wrong and i should have sided with them. The whole class didnt stand up for her because they hated her, so i did the most unforgivable thing i stood up for myself and i faked hating her because i didnt want them to leave me out i felt terrible. In fifth grade that was the most happiest i had been no fights, no blaming me, no nothing. A girl transferred there in my school and she became one of the most important people in my life. In sixth grade she was no longer there i lost a person so close to me, she was my closest friends(bestfriend) i love her very much so i felt sad again then fights started again, they started to blame me again, so i just felt what i felt in third grade i felt i had no one beside me, no one to protect me from the bullies, then one day a boy messaged me because i texted a message in comment section and he saw it. He gave me love and he cares about me, so i thought i would never get sad again but everytime i try to fight what im feeling it gets worse every time. Im scared of what ill do if it doesnt stop, i just need a hug right now and i need assurance that they love me and care about me. I almost broke yesterday because they knew what i felt and gave me a hug, i wanted to hug back and cry and tell them everything i felt over the past years but i couldnt. I was too scared because i felt that they would side with the person who made me felt that way im so scared of telling what i feel to others. That im carrying a pain that will never go away unless i tell someone

☆ :

acting tough and shi when I'm actually fragile

deeznuts 🥀 :

Yeah, sometimes I have really hard long days from 7am to 2am and like I do everything for myself and I don’t really like bothering my friends. I eat alone, I cook alone, I study alone, I go out alone, I go to the hospital all alone. But the hardest part is when I get home from work at midnight and there’s no one - no one to tell me I did well and no one to ask me how my day went. I loved someone with my whole entire heart but I know he doesn’t feel that way for me anymore and so I’ve been slowly loosing hope that my person is out there and every time I come home - that same fear haunts me.

Urn :

I imagine feeling small and safe in their arms while they go through my hair

мιzσ✨ :

this song comforted me rn, I'm crying

hartley :

🪆 :

duangloveqin,qinloveduang :

⭐️ :

lyree :

Julia Fatihah :

cingur :

⋆.˚✮MoonElle✮˚.⋆. 🪽་༘࿐ :

I wish I was my cat

xa :

😁😁😁

jamoreeeee :

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