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 fell like I’m growing further and further apart from god.

I’m a dude and i hung out with this guy all summer who identifies as straight right now and it started as a joke that we were dating but then it turned into almost a real relationship, well it felt real anyways and i told him i was bi but he kept up the flirting and everything else and i fell for him but now he says hes straight and i thought he really did have feelings but i was just led on and now im struggling with a lot of anxiety and depression:/

I feel as if I’m a disappointment to everyone . It seems like I let everyone down and can’t do anything right. I get so down on myself that I think that maybe it’s better that I never even existed. They wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore and everything would be easier

Passive agressive comments make me anxious.

Failing school, heart break.

My pimples will never clear up.