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 feel like everything that’s ever happened to me is all my fault and I could have prevented it all by being different than I am

I’m worried that one day my anxiety and panic is going to become too much for my boyfriend to handle and he’s going to leave me.

It was a hard day at school, I knew it was coming when I smelt the alcohol, and the next thing I heard was “17 years and you’re still a joke”

Everything’s changing and I’m not quite sure I like it.

I worry about disappointing my parents they seem to never be happy with what I do and what makes me happy! This makes me upset

Are my good thoughts blurring with the bad ones to the point where I can’t even differentiate them anymore? Are the thoughts that I once thought to be good actually horribly self-destructive and I’ve been hurting myself this whole time? I don’t know. I honest to god don’t know anymore.