That feeling of fear that no nobody is ever gonna love me because I messed up stuff is killing me
My anxiety is killing me
I can't think, eat or sleep.
I hate the way I look
My mom blames herself
And I hate that even more
She is not to be blamed
She is not at fault, I am.
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
That feeling of fear that no nobody is ever gonna love me because I messed up stuff is killing me
My anxiety is killing me
I can't think, eat or sleep.
I hate the way I look
My mom blames herself
And I hate that even more
She is not to be blamed
She is not at fault, I am.
