- Username
- brokengirl
- Date posted
- 1y ago
1:27am
I literally don’t know what to do anymore. I’m sitting barefoot in my backyard past midnight crying my eyes out. It’s to the point where my heart doesn’t even race fast from the anxiety, it’s just there, and it’s so heavy. Things would have been much easier if wasn’t born or if I was someone else. I don’t mean these thoughts. They just happen. But what if I do? What if I am a horrible person. Maybe there is no coming back from tonight. Maybe this is me forever.