And in the end, my voice and opinion doesn’t matter…

Hurts 💔

its funny because everyone thinks that I’m doing way much better than before, but I’m not.

I call my mom every day. At the end of our conversation, tears falling apart. Every damn day.

Seems like I enjoyed it but deep inside I cannot stop thinking and worrying

No one commits suicide because they want to die.
It is because they want to stop the pain.

When you’re surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you’re by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don’t feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you’re really alone.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly