Word Vomit.

Im sick.

Body.
Mind.
Soul.

Sick.

Why can't I be happy with myself? When am I going to look in a mirror and even think "Good enough." Why do I find it so hard to believe that people want to talk to me?

I dont let myself get close to people. And so if I open up to you, feel pretty damn special.

Gabby.
Marya.
Corbin.

Ya'll are the best. You are the only thing that keeps me going. I had no one to talk to these past couple weeks and, mostly just marya and gabby, helped me out. Because i mean, they're girl problems.

Corbin does his share by making me feel wanted. He makes me feel like im worth SOMETHING. I know the post below doesnt show that, but im a teenage girl who post her overthinking thoughts immediately on the internet, what do you expect?

-Alto