swallow this feeling so it becomes a pit in my stomach instead of an ache in my heart so much of my time is spent feeling ashamed so incredibly regretful about just being who i am i see no worth in me i bring nothing forth i don’t deserve what i’ve been given i don’t even deserve what i’ve fought for and the saddest part is that i don’t even feel sad about it it isn’t even ripping me to pieces i don’t even want to die i just want it to stop being so true
srk and consequences. i don’t know if i’m okay, but i truly feel no inclination to die or to stop doing anything that i’m doing. this is depression at its most mediocre. i don’t know how to properly perceive myself, so i never know what i actually deserve. i only see my flaws, and i want to believe it’s bias, but i can’t think of any accomplishment of mine recently. i need to see a therapist.