Everyday I fight back the urge to text or call you, telling myself that if you wanted to talk to me, you would, text you applies cause you’ve never talked to me. Knowing you never wanted to talk to me or see me hurts more than I can express, I feel so stu
I'm the ugly sister I'm the horrible daughter I'm not even the second choice I'm the "leftover" I'm not the clever one I'm not the skinny one I'm the talentless one I'm the "why are you even here?" I'm just not good enough
Someone from Northfield, Minnesota, US posted a whisper in the group depressed/Anixtey/stress, which reads "Whenever someone says "are you OK?" I just say "yeah, I'm just tired" when I just want to lay down and cry.