I spend a lot of time sleeping because it’s better than looking into your face or looking at myself and seeing disappointment.
I feel confused and alone.
You never listen to me.
I understand what you’re going through, more than you know.
Those times where I hurt myself weren’t all accidents.
I feel like a mansion infested with termites.
I know you’re angry.
I can’t breathe.
Of course, I care!
Sometimes I forget to text you back. Sometimes I genuinely don’t have the energy to hold a conversation.
I need your support
I feel invisible.
I don’t always want to be the one that’s there for everyone else.
I am afraid if I show you all of me, you won’t love me.
I’m jealous of the fact you’ve loved someone else before.
I don’t see all the good things you see in me.
I love you, but I don’t want to talk to you.
I don’t always want to go, but I want you to keep inviting me.
I want to stop giving you chances you always find new ways to disappoint me.
I don’t like you I don’t want to be your friend.
You’re making me uncomfortable.
I want to know more about you.
I think you’re beautiful/handsome.
I don’t want to smile.
I don’t want to talk to you.
We’re not as close as you think we are.
I don’t trust you.
I’m really scared.
I’m not happy.
I wish you would leave.
I don’t know what I’d do or who I’d be without you.
I don’t know why I feel so alone.
I don’t want a hug.
My head feels heavy and my chest feels empty.
I’m sort of fine but I’m not fine.
What you did hurt me.