i hate to be the edgelord but there’s a lot of thoughts. i used to be way better at not letting things faze me so easily. Ironic, because im pretty sure i cried quicker back then, too. now here i am laying in bed trying to cry myself to sleep because i feel so detached and tired from everything and everyone i care about, and I’m crying, but the hurt feeling isn’t going away. why do i feel so alone. i know i didn’t do everything right, but people still say it’s okay, and that i didn’t do nearly as bad, which makes me feel worse. i don’t want anyone to worry about me, which i guess means I’m too stubborn to ask for help. i feel worse now than when i was an idiot kid sheltered from harsh reality. at least that kid had confidence. mine no longer exists. It’s getting hard to find the little joys of life now, because none of those really come from me. I just want people to be happy. I thought I was okay if I couldn’t be instead. Am I really ok with that anymore…?