The need for perfection is tearing me apart.
It makes me feel worthless when they say my best isn’t good enough.
You’re not trying.
You’re not trying hard enough.
You need to learn that being here isn’t going to be easy.
I’m going to go insane from these rediculous expectations. I can’t think, work, sleep with all this shit hanging over my head. Two faced adults who really don’t care about me. And being alone is a forgein place.
I shouldn’t have done this. I’m too young.
I don’t regret it, yet. But then again, it’s just the begininng and already so much bad has happened.
I never thought the one thing that was once keeping me alive would become so deadly. How did I end up like this? How did I get here?