I want to jump off a bridge and just sink into the sea. I am being a showy little bitch because I feel so alone. I just want someone to talk to and someone to help me. But I should face the fact that there is no rescue. Years of therapy and drugs and I always wind up back in the same place, hating my life and hating myself and not doing what I truly want because I don’t know what I want.
Why do I have to exist? Tumblr post