What really hurts me the most I think is the fact that I’m easily replaceable.
Nobody actually needs me in their life, I’m unnecessary.
And I just don’t matter to people as much as they matter to me.
“Does anyone here feel so unloved that you attach yourself to anyone who shows in you even a slight interest? Who once texted you first? Who just listened to what you were saying without judgement? Who didn’t outright ignore you? Have you ever been so thirsty for solace and someone who would just listen that you try reply to their texts immediately eventhough they take days, hoping that they will reassure you, tell you not to kill yourself, that you are actually not just disgusting suicidal vermin, because you have a tiny flicker of hope still remaining in your heart? Even if they are complete strangers? Even if you have met them for the first time? Because i have. And i hate myself for it.
~excerpts from a suicide note i hope i never write.
I’m done listening to your meaningless words. Prove it to me through your actions. Show me I’m not replaceable. Show me you want me in your life. Show me you aren’t like everyone else who leaves me and forgets me.
i support girls anger. i support girls who yell. i support girls who get called bitches and cunts at parties because they’ll swear at guys who won’t leave them alone. i support girls who don’t believe in second chances and cut off people who hurt them. i support girls who say no the first time and flip you off if you ask them again. i support girls who will never allow themselves to be pushovers and constantly get shit for it. you’re fucking incredible.
When people tell me, “Trust your gut! Follow your intuition!” Like, bitch, I have anxiety. My “gut” is usually telling me that everyone hates me and that I’m going to die. I can’t trust what that motherfucker tells me.
