literally in the past 20 minutes I went from “im so hot and amazing” to “i hate myself and wanna die” to “i miss my fp and need him back” to “fuck him” then back to “fuck my life kill me” and back and forth in a hellish cycle
I realized today that I have stopped living life. I’m literally just trying to get to the next day, just living in the thought of tomorrow. I‘m not living, I’m waiting. And the problem is, I don’t know what I’m exactly waiting for. I‘m kind of scared for what it might be.