“I’m the main character.”
The character:

#davidtennant you own me.

What if all of this is just to get attention and I’m just a dramatic useless shit?

Everything I feel seems so fake but why does it hurt so deeply?

It’s so exhausting to always feel like you have to apologize for existing.

No it’s like I don’t think I deserve to be allowed near people. What do I have to offer except depression, disorders and emotional baggage?

No wonder I’ve been alone all my life.

It’s just that I keep thinking how everyone’s lives would be easier without me.

I don’t want anyone to have to deal with my shit.

It gets so unbearable sometimes, like I swear I don’t wanna be this person, but I keep thinking, is all of this even real? Am I just seeking desperately for pity?

I was born broken I guess.

It’s not that I’m scared to let people in, I let them in and then I regret it because they don’t deservey messy existence in their life.

Maybe in another universe I don’t lose all my life to mental illness.

I don’t even know what I’m desperately searching for anymore.

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