I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?" And I wished I could say, "Nothing is wrong." But I knew better.
What if being in an amazing relationship, loving someone who shares those same feelings for you, only causes you pain?
I think, for many people, the hardest part of living, much like writing, is the criticism that comes with it.
Why did I share that? Do I just want validation? If so, from who? And why?
I just wanted to disappear and not exist anymore. I felt like everyone’s life would be better without me in it.
I could feel myself beginning to slip; if this went on much longer, I was going to lose everything, quite literally.