Why, hello! I'm Chad, and this is pretty much an amalgamation of shit I use to help cope with social anxiety. Also pop punk is pretty fucking great, thanks to my great friend who got me into it, who's my fucking hero.
But what if I don’t make it into a good college? What if I never find someone who’ll love me enough to marry me? Hell, few can even stand to be around me right now, let alone love me. I’d be better off laying here forever. I won’t be disappointed anymore.
When the bad outweigh the good, what does it matter?
Thank you, but I don’t think I have the strength left to keep fighting.
Why? Who fucking cares? What’s the point? I’m laying here shaking and I deserve it. I mess everything up. I’ll always be alone. I don’t deserve to be happy.
I don’t hate school because “i’m a teenager” no i hate it because who the fuck wants to wake up at 6 in the morning and go to a place where all you feel is stupid and judged. yeah no one ok
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me