I worry that my issues arent nearly as important as everyone else’s and that i’m just being selfish

I’m afraid that I’ll end up hurting myself for the first time in years now that I’m stuck in the house with my overbearing parents for who knows how long

I’m worried I’ll be like this forever

I’m worried I’ll never figure out what’s going on in my head

i feel like giving up

i miss my therapist and i am no longer able to see her as i have aged out. i have so much building up and i just need to talk to someone that won’t judge and will offer me support and help but i cant afford to get a therapist

I’m worried that no one will care about me, that I’ll fail in class, and if those two happened, I’d kill myself.

I am worried that I will keep cutting until I can’t come out of ‘shock’

I’m scared to lose everybody I care about simply because they find out I’m gay. I have one adult I confide in and I can’t help but wonder if she’s the only person I’ll always have

I am afraid that if i feel like people don’t care anymore then that i’m going to kill myself and how it will affect those people.

I am worried I’ll hurt myself

I am worried, if I stop talking they will forget about me, and abandon me. So I talk and talk, despite how annoying I get, and how mad everyone gets. Because if I stop, I worry I’ll fade to nothing.

I’m afraid that I’ll be left behind and that I’ll never not feel empty

i’m worried that my friends don’t care about me

I’m worried about losing the ability to cope again.

I’m thirteen and I worry about my appearance and I have bad anxiety when it comes to being alone in public. Confusing I know. I hate walking around in school without a friend by my side. I always think people are judging me and pointing out all my flaws. Waking up is an intense struggle for me. I wanna die but I don’t want to be the one to take my life. I can’t cut anymore because I need something stronger. Smoking isn’t helpful either. Plus I can’t risk smelling like smoke and having my parents find out. I dont know how to become the girl people admire when she walks past in the halls and it’s killing me inside…

I think I have bipolar disorder but I have no way of going to the doctor about it. My parents don’t want me on medication for it, but I just want some kind of reassurance that this isn’t how I’m supposed to feel

I worry that I will have to much anxiety and not want to go to school

I’m worried that I’m putting to much pressure on my boyfriend about me being suicidle, depressed, and having anxiety. he says it’s fine but I’m scared he’s becoming annoyed or doesn’t wanna hear about it. I feel so bad

I want to cut again but I don’t want to get caught. I feel depressed in school. I rather get hit by a train than be at school.